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There was an old legendary myth about a Dear Little Sprout
One who watches over mortals since The Creation up until throughout
Lurking from within numerous gardens as we all turnabout
Protecting those he deems good despite most mortals having such doubt

Dear Little Sprout can tell who's good and evil
Even acknowledging those who he deems neutral
Guiding Good and Punishing Evil as individuals
Giving advice for Neutral and hearing out their personal visual

Little did they know that the Dear Little Sprout has a big secret
One that he considers as the most deepest
That being he's more than just a symbolic fairy tale
But rather he's a Young Nature God with a hopeful prevail

He took the form a green-haired teenage boy
Surrounded by various flowers that's filled with so much joy
Roses, Daisies, Sunflowers, and many more he enjoys
The Dear Little Sprout, Herb, is always seen with such adorable poise

Sweet Little Herb shall spread happiness and love
For the sake of guiding and protecting everyone like a kind dove
Holding the Light of Creation in the form of the flower
With his love from those he's close to fills him with passionate power

Together we bring love like the roses in the garden
As we shine on similar to the daisies that was pardoned
We shall be as strong as the sunflowers from the proverb
The Dear Little Sprout, Our Sweet Little Herb
This poem is about a Young Nature God who watches over the humans, viewing them as flowers to take care of tenderly. Ranging from guiding the good people, to punishing evil people, and helping out those neutral as they live in society.

He is referred to as the titular "Dear Little Sprout" before being referred to by his actual name which is "Herb", the latter of the two is inspired by the character Herb Cookie from the Cookie Run Franchise!
Paul Idiaghe Oct 2020
sky, a sea;
the sun is a ship sinking
slowly
into slumber  

& i’m a seed
sleeping
on soiled sheets,

sproutless, seeking the solace

of silence,
the nascence
of night—
the delight

in drawing dreams from dust
to dusk into day
into divinity;
in withdrawing

to the wild and wondrous
womb of waking.
Corey Boiko Sep 2019
I wonder
How to plan trees.
Sow and plant seeds.

How we could listen
Instead of talk.

How i could show
A bean, a beanstalk.
How we might one day grow
From raindrops to mighty oaks.

Is it always you and me?
Asks an acorn of a tree.

Is it just you and I
Going someplace
Side by side?

It takes roots to rise,
And courage to thrive.

So let the wind,
A breath, a sigh,
Sweep you up.


The world is much brighter
If you fall far from my side.
Jayantee Khare Jul 2019

            The                             arrival            
        of                          monsoon,
sprouting        begins
on parched,
deserted
land
and
on the
heart
too......

♂♀
Shape of sprout roughly made
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