the seeds
the love is not seen by the eye
the love is not heard by the vibrations slamming into your ear
it is not felt by the mere tips of your fingers
but rather, your soul.
it reaches, like the roots of a tremedous tree, diving into your soil
past the thin skin
past the electrified nerves
past the arteries, the heart
And grapples the very part of you, that is not just muscle and bone
but you.
in all its pain and laughter
enveloping your edges and scars
encompassing your most beautiful facets
It nourishes every single part of you
It grows
with you,
for you.
It handed you the gloves, shovel, hoe, watering can,
the leaves, squirrels, worms, the owls, cardinals, blue jays
It hands you the axe
And says,
"will you love me too?"