The Gardener

And though they fell from hands of skill
They fell upon the land, untilled
The beaten path, the trampled ground
The birds of prey called out their sound
And from his hands, others thrown
To rocks and stone, to life not known
The crumbled earth the boulders broken
The choked roots kept their words unspoken

Those who fell away
They withered they decayed
Those who fell away
Withered and decayed

And such great heights for seed to fall
To grow into the grip of all
The thorns of toil that pierced the soil
And pierced the fruit and let it spoil
But by the streams, in the earth
There grew so high fruit of great worth
Where the Sun meant life, and roots took form
And as it came, they weathered storms



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Writer(s): Jacob Foster
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