Seed of the Soul

lines
sketching
across
the page
images
formed
in recesses
of the brain

words
are paints
of various
strength
jumping
right out
without
hesitation

expression
comes
freely
sometimes
without goal
just wanting
to spread
the seed
of the soul

from here to
there and
all across 
land
the stalks
of innocence
rise to see
the day
happily
moving
with breeze
and the bees
look
at the
opportunity
to laugh and
to feel

and joyfully
be