I’ve seen heart ache, <br />and I’ve seen pain. <br />I’ve seen love lost <br />never to be regained. <br />I write some poems, <br />to let you know. <br />This life lies between, <br />the rain above and fire below. <br />And through all that <br />the music of the poem flows. <br />Seasons come <br />and seasons go. <br />And dropp by drop <br />our understanding grows. <br />And when the crop of life <br />is ready, full, complete. <br />And the growing season <br />has reached a close. <br />The crop is harvested and <br />the finest parts put on display, <br />for your consumption day by day. <br />And when the tree is old <br />and has no more power <br />to give its fruits, <br />Its trunk and branches fall <br />returning to the ground <br />from whence they came. <br />To feed you all in another way, <br />through another crop, another day. <br />Its strange to find that I <br />am really growing day by day, <br />to feed you all until I meet, <br />the earth that’s always been <br />beneath my feet.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/food-3/
