Some Sort of Bloom

by M. James Cooper 

Cultivate me and I grow like a weed

Untended 

Full of Gods love and natures will.

Cultivate me and I cannot be tamed,

At home in the wilderness, at odds with the shade; I grow despite the lack of rain.

Pour

Your goodness allover me

Nourish,

Spread

& Pollinate

I am blessed thing that dies and returns for more air...