"GROW"

"GROW" said she on a midnight bright
When the moon was glowing with a dangerous light
And the seedling shook and stood upright
And opened its leaves to the sky.

"GROW" said she when the world was dying
But no more came though it was trying
And the aging witch was weeping, crying
Tears of glass and stone.

"GROW"
but the old ones did not save them--
"GROW"
but the wildness still prevailed and--
"GROW"
through that whole forsaken land the--
"...grow?"
moonlight seemed so cold.

but now here the sun was rising--
bright and clear and gold and shining--
and the wind in the rushes now was sighing--
and the grow, the grow was done.

"GROW" was called throughout the forest,
"GROW" was cried throughout the land.
Youngest, oldest, richest poorest--
hand in hand in hand in hand--
....

as the flower grew the the sun.

-Ilse the Imaginer
4/23/17

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