The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Out on the island

Under the soil, comes a branch

Towards the sky it goes

Reaching up high

A soaring trunk

Grown from a tiny seed

Eventually it’ll be enormous,

On occasion it will bear some fruit, and sometimes

Under the soil they will go, as they fall to earth

Sleeping till it’s time for them to reach the sky

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