Dark Awakenings, my mystical garden poem, will you c/c?
It makes us more apt to care
we become more open and aware,
less eager to play a false role.
There is an unspoken law
that all good men live under
the reward for such is wonder
perfectly clear, without flaw:.
Wonderful things exist
magic without slight of hand,
powers without harsh demands,
plots with no foul twist.
The mysterious and arcane
workings of the creator of worlds
are at hand, with fingers curled
to form a fist that brings no pain.
The most soothing thing that I know
is sowing seeds by light of full moon
assuring that relatively soon
sustenance from the earth will grow.
I plant my garden by night;
and although it will only thrive
by rays from the sun, coming alive
happens under moonlight.