The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love
that has been gathered by a dove
to then be dropped on scorching fields of lust,
but oh the flames that burn these fields,
they are too intense! They are too hot!
They spread too quickly throughout the crops
that now this seed can’t seem to grow.
Where is the rain? Where are the clouds?
How is this seed supposed to thrive?
Can any soul speak to me?
I need an answer, please.
Or must this seed may need to dig too deep;
beneath the ground from which it stands
so with its roots
Written by: L.L.