Five Minute Friday

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Dry Ground.

Soil is nutritious for my beautiful flower baskets
For the garden
For the grass and my trees
For me

Today the soil in my beds and baskets was dry
Packed
Hard
Unmoving

The pouring water ran through and escaped at the first chance
Poured again and it began to take it in
Poured again and the soil became like a sponge
Soaking up the water
Water soaking into the soil and around the roots
Cooling, feeding and restoring

Today the soil of my own heart and mind and energy
Is baked
The first pouring of quiet and mediation escapes
The continued time is soaking into my very being
Bring restoration and refreshment

Stop

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