Nursery maid for seeds and saplings,
Loving shadow and dark murky colours.
Quiet music and soft raindrops
Bring out her beauty.
Her roots cradle the soil
And nurture hopeful conception.
Shy and withdrawn, she waits:
Will a wonder happen?
Will new life flourish, and
Reward her waiting?
Who can tell?
Flowers retain their secrets.
But, one day, a wonder evolves.
A tiny leaf, perfect and vigorous
Finds its way out of the soil.
Out of the embrace
Of dirt and
The nurse-maid’s arms
© HMH 2018
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