The tree-trunk cut flush to the soil surface <br />Has branches sprouting new, those grow with speed; <br />Amazingly, revengefully in pace, <br />That far exceeds that seen from any seed! <br /> <br />All wild plants cut grow luxuriantly fast, <br />Much faster than fruit trees those were razed down; <br />All vices stopped return worse than in past, <br />But virtues lost are like a meadow gone! <br /> <br />Vine twigs trimmed put forth branches with fruits more, <br />With aim to better bear in lesser time; <br />When trials, tribulations and strife pour, <br />Man’s mind, heart, spirit, soul become sublime! <br /> <br />Like gardener pruning plants for better yield, <br />The soul with grace becomes God’s glorious field! <br /> <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-07-2013<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-amazing-growth/
