Rich, black soil
All around.
I cup my ear to hear the sound.

Of your voice,
Neither near or far.
You’ve left me standing
With a diamond in a jar.

You say,
“You reap just what you sow.”
Then tell me how long
Till my garden grows?

Cuz I am continuously
Falling down;
Planting my diamonds
In the ground.

Maybe one day they’ll
Grow into a tree.
And sprout diamonds
From every leaf.