Think for a minute about a seed
a plain old seed
with nothing to say what it is.
You can dream of it growing
up high in the air
letting coloured birds roost in it
and flowers blue, yellow and red
become lunch for caterpillars fed
as they reside on the big leaves of green
hoping flying birds – they have not seen
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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