Poetry

Printed Terrarium (draft)

Fingers running over silken leaves,

fertilizing inky seedlings,

nourishing them into vast trees

that bear glimpses

of future forests.

 

Hungry creatures,

ever wanting,

come to bathe amongst

these typeset giants,

absorbing rich worlds and ideas.

 

Terrariums of thought

and promise

dwell deep within,

rising up

when no words are left.

 

Bringing calm to the unpredictable,

chaotic, and often

unbearable web,

easing minds

as they wander barren plains.

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