POEM: Bounty

Each day I must polish the emerald that is my heart
For that is where the lust for green things lives
And grows and where bounty resides.

Each day I must welcome the rain too.
It is the planting and the harvest just as it is the feast.
For here too, is where bounty lives.

Each night I must pray to dream,
For that is how I touch heaven, just for a single moment.
It is where bounty originates.