Why do we sow and water a patch
We do not own? Is it because we
Know that we and Peace are jeopardised
If our sunflower seeds are left to grow smug
Beside barren pods who cannot
See the sun, blinded by jealousy and
Deranged by the thirst that comes
From sharing Earth with thicker
Roots than theirs can ever be?
In tending to what is not ours, Nature does
Not credit us with generosity, She understands
How truly selfish are her fans,
To share the water, Earth and Sun
Is not Love but preservation of a self
That needs the nourishment that
Giving gives the giver to feed the
Craving for that gratitude and Love
That fills us when we have enough to eat but
Goes lactic as we grow hungry, keen to steal
And fence what we once gave and scattered.
Being Every Day 