The bowl of life
Contains nature's
And humanities delicacies
Watered over with
Storms of all kinds
Intermittingly stirred
By winds of time
Till spoon served ready
By pollinators who also
Oversee the recipe.
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Short and deep. Thanks for sharing. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments. Kingsley Egbukole