as the mountain towers over
the shrivelled earth
and the remnants of yesteryears,
who knew that underneath grass, the clover
lies in wait; bidding time for when
the ploughboy wends across the field,
overturns the soil
and shackles the ground
it was a struggle under the starless skies
a wrestle with the shadows of the mountain
and little could he grasp and amount in,
but still he tries
again and
again
the mountain sees and sings
for the ploughboy's labour to not be
in vain
for the clover to break ground and
for them to sprout as one
in the rain.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
as the mountain towers over
the shrivelled earth
and the remnants of yesteryears,
who knew that underneath grass, the clover
lies in wait; bidding time for when
the ploughboy wends across the field,
overturns the soil
and shackles the ground
it was a struggle under the starless skies
a wrestle with the shadows of the mountain
and little could he grasp and amount in,
but still he tries
again and
again
the mountain sees and sings
for the ploughboy's labour to not be
in vain
for the clover to break ground and
for them to sprout as one
in the rain.