Poem: Wealthy

 

Wealthy

 

moonstones

feed themselves to emerald,

a squander without haste.

 

a sacrifice so strong.

for rebirth.  for shoots

that rise upward. 

 

a gift so others might be rich.

losing a perch

to find one again,

 

then high as before,

beholding what was fed,

everything so lush,

 

petalled,

blossoms unlike coins,

free to live.

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