the limb might break!

What will I do if I make a mistake?

I’ll fall to earth, crushing my bones

and lie on the ground till I turn into loam.

But is that so bad, if dust I become?

It’s the foundation from which all things come.

It’s strong and secure, absorbs snow and rain,

creates a new template that nurtures, sustains,

gives birth to new life so energy fows

through the narrowest stem to a fresh blooming rose!

Published in Poems