Plant the seeds of words within your mind
And there they will grow larger in due time.
Don’t be afraid to mix them with the soil
That in your mind does translate the world.
Feed them often through photosynthesis
By reading lamp upon a creaky desk.

Don’t worry what ideas I had when
I dug up words by trowel of my pen,
Then placed them neatly down upon the page
And closed the book to leave them in the shade.
Now the leafs lie waiting for your eyes
To water them and watch them come alive.

What plants will you grow when you close the spine?
What seeds will you plant with these words in mind?