My Seeds Of Change

That soil of mixed
heartache and joy.


These Leaves that
languish in a landscape
of toil and troubles,
force me to search
for pastures new...

Perhaps a view of the sea
while my earth turns to sand.
Crabs will walk on the surface
of what should be me.

These the things I hope for
as my seeds of change
move delicately on
in the subtle breeze...
or the storms of life
carry thee far and wide.