Fallow Field
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Our minds are like the fallow field
Overgrown when left on their own
The truth of ourselves unrevealed
In all the brambles time has grown
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The lesser die, the greater thrive
In the potpourri of our minds
Weeds and flowers are both alive
One is just much easier to find
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Farmers with plows each season
Turn under the rooted earth
New, rich soil is the very reason
The field has inherent worth
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Change is how we find the good
With the coming of each new spring
If we plant the seeds we should
The yield can be inspiring
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So, tend your field, steward well
Nothing grows when left untilled
Change is where new thoughts dwell
And fallow dreams left unfulfilled
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
this is such a hopeful, beautiful poem
Thank you, Beth!
wonderful, inspirational poem. we need to be on the lookout for opportunities to grow..
Thank you, Q!
Beautiful verses my friend! Where there’s hope there’s faith…
All the best,
F.
Thank you my dear friend Francisco!
You are very welcome, my pleasure.
Great message! We need to take care of our minds as much as our bodies.
Thank you Pete!
Brad this is so touching and beautiful. Such a wonderful message of hope to lift everyone’s spirits, plus so true. Such a beautiful post. Sending love and holiday blessings my friend. Lots of warm hugs. 🤗💕❤️🦋
Thank you Jonikins! You are always so kind and supportive. Sending much love and wishes for the happiest of holidays! 💖🎄