Parsley and thyme Comb the earth with your fertile fingers You tell me that you want to bloom And fruit like the plants do
As grapes turn to wine The idea ferments with the seasons Lain on the willow boughs Nothing but our breathing and the starlight
I'm gonna take you to the whisky springs Barefoot walk in the summer You whisper the sweetest things This child will have water for its father and earth as its mother Plant me inside of you We'll do it twice if you're eager I love to hear you sing out my name Feeling hotter than a fever in the night
One word can Give birth to a whole poem And one poem Can give birth to a creative idea One idea can Inspire one or many One poet can illuminate The minds of many One moment of curiousness Can light the mind Of the poet The thoughts Now will have opinions And creativity Has led the way In igniting minds An idea That fueled a culture The one Has now become many
