Treasure, trash, and fallen blossom
What have you here in common
Laying, lying languid
On the ground
Decayed and disregarded
Bound for compost breaking down
Let loose the seeds of hopes unspoken
Let them roll and blow into the richest
Barest seam
Cracked rocks cupping dust
Of years now gone and passed
Grab hold of just one ripening
Swelling bursting dream
Each emotion watering
Rivulets and streams
Finding purchase in the barren
This treasure grows from both
The pleasant and the scream
Each rooted tendril seeking
Necessary nutrients embedded
In the rocky bottom of the deepest
Silent permutations
While rising from the surface of
A broken earth
Sprouts brand new incarnation
Incantated leaves
Unfurling and unfolding
Wings of every quiet quest
Growing there unspoken
Shoots of happiness
