Spoken Words
by Alvin Benatovich - November 1961
Where ever
The seed is planted
There will
A seedling start.
And not
To natures beauty,
But, to shade
Man’s evil heart.
The embryo
though unguarded
Is never
Left to chance.
Like garden weed,
Untended seed,
To grow
But not enhance.
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