By The Wayside
I am the winter’s cold. I am the stars at night.
Earthly stones drag me down and I thirst for light.
I struggle to grow and I’m too weak to fight.
My growth is stunted. I’ll gain no height.
There’s no depth to my feelings. I’m shallow and vain.
I’ll flourish until there is no more to gain.
My resolve grows weaker I can feel it drain.
As people shun me, no longer viewing my shame.
I’m swamped by others who crowd me out.
My voice is too feeble, no one hears me shout.
Life is all around me, but I’m suffering from drought.
I want to be noticed, but I’m racked by doubt!
The Good Soil
I am the sky in summer. I am the moon that shines.
I am all that’s good. I would grace any shrine.
I’m as mighty as a stallion. I’m as strong as a vine.
I’ll ripen with your care and I’ll become your wine.
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