A seed was planted long ago
Before either soul knew
As he toiled away on his inner self
The little seed grew.
With soil so rich, so full of life,
He knew he could hold her forming.
Her roots slide down,
Exploring and exploring.
Then quite by surprise
The sprout popped up
Feeling so safe, so supported and right
She grew straight up, as if in flight.
She grew tall,
While her roots dug deeper
His soil supporting,
Enjoying this creature.
Her roots fill in the spaces
He didn’t know he had,
stirring ancient knowing
Strengthening the man.
And in the stillness of morning
As the sun warmed them both
Her flower bloomed
and not a word was spoke.
Here she stood, herself in full bloom
His soil embracing her every root.
Even as time passed and storms came,
The soil never faulted, the flower stayed.
Oh my gosh!!! I've never read a better interpretation of the masculine and the feminine Joy!! How damn beautiful! 💕