Floriculture

(Poetry) Some misunderstand the simple life

The following poem was produced using found words from Mother Earth Magazine.

Photo by Annie Hendrix

Your hands stimulate floriculture, 
your body more than a machine.

We conserve our sacred pleasure,
by pinching off the legacy.

Some misunderstand the simple life, 
seek purple berries large and juicy.

Compatible neighbors bloom together, 
indifferent to pomology.

Strong attachments made from scratch 
need repair and restoration,

best to tend the substrate 
so the intercourse can last forever.

Thanks for reading!