Life and Death of a Greenhouse

Powder white
Feathery soft

Specks of dirt
No dots of depletion

Bugs invade hide
Lay eggs at night

Spreading breeding
Covered while reading

Infestation insult
Fear, worry, destruction

Toss it all, tear it up
Look away, tears build up

Like manna that rots
We cannot hold on

To plants, flowers
endless spring

But…..

Thank you for the sunshine
For breaks at rest time

For prayers and coffee
For a quiet in the cacophony

All is good thank you Lord
Help me to continue to plant

Handfuls of seeds in fertile soil
Delight in you, as I watch them unfurl.

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