Never think the harvest goes ungathered; <br />Don’t think the crop is left in place to rot. <br />Latent seeds lie in the ground, fermenting <br />Gestation starting at some distant spot. <br /> <br />Secret thoughts do not go creeping shoeless; <br />Disguised intent does not go knocking blind. <br />Everything will leave its very imprint <br />Like a fossil frozen out of time. <br /> <br />All things planted bloom inside our being; <br />When the right day comes, they burst the skin. <br />Then the tendencies harbored inside them <br />Hidden no longer, bear the fruit within. <br /> <br />The young and tender sprouts that soon are poking <br />Fragile, pale green heads above the lime- <br />Are riddles we can never hope to answer <br />The offspring of the cultivated mind.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-is-a-pumpkin-after-midnight/
