Fertile-wiser

 

Fertile-wiser

By Teak Kilmer

February 2nd, 1996

 

 

My parents both died long before I was born

But shit’s fertilizer and makes the fields warm.

If shit did not happen our soil would die

There’d be no more crop, nor bird, bee, butterfly.

So go within and discover what seeds you must plant

In this pile of crap you thought was a can’t.

Let manure decay into fodder for growth

Add sunlight and water and praise to your God;

Yeah, nothing ere happens that’s not for good sod.

Seize the day (carpe diem);

Harness horse to the plow;

The sunshine is love;

The water is the how;

The seed is the what.

All that’s left is the now!

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