Love is not loud, yet a silent seed sewn in a greed less garden Lying in fields of unfathomable fate, nature cradles its untrained emotion Soiled by earthly ways, love struggles to blossom in nature's womb Rooted with resilience, love patiently awaits the clouds to cry Blessed, with rejuvenation, when stems are broken by lies A forgiving heart, love proceeds by strength of its will to give, Learning to rest in night's darkness, procuring the need to live Days drown to weeks, weeks linger sometimes in gloom Love, toils to survive, until the day love finally blooms Misunderstood, it still understands the role of it's existence Assisted by the whining winds, each breath to bring another day A silent seed once scattered, blurred by the earthly dust Only to blossom as a beautiful flower, proving love will find it's way