Ruminations
If the sheep can do it, so can we...

 

Finding a Pinecone in July

I’d only ever known you
When you were past your prime
I'd only ever touched you
When you were hard and dry

But here in July
I am surprised to find
You are soft
You are green

You are filled with thousands
Of beautiful flowers
Each waiting to begin a new life

  -- M. Moeller 

Life as a grass farmer

 Sheep mow my grass.
Worms eat my garbage.
Goats kill my thistles.
Pigs till my soil.
Ducks are my insecticide.
Chickens fertilize the land.
What’s left for me to do?

  -- M. Moeller 

Wearing the sun

 The sun grows the grass
for the sheep to eat
The worms live under the grass
feeding the chickens 

The sheep grow the wool
for me to wear
The chickens lay the eggs
for me to eat

 I wear sunshine while I eat worms

  -- M. Moeller