He Is The Maple Seed

S ensual
E rotic
E ternal
D ecadent

She rolled up her sleeves and began to dig her hands into the fertile soil,
The dirt embedded itself under her finger nails,
She paid no mind to that or even the green stains on her knees,
She was on a very important gardening mission,
A tree seedling rested in her palm to plant,
That seed would grow into the most beautiful maple,
It would be tapped for the sweetest syrop to taste,
She would place her lounger under it to rest and snooze,
It would be her place for shade from the burning sun and heat,
She knew that this one special seed she planted,
That it would provide her with the comforts that would always need.
woodlandwench woodlandwench
41-45, F
3 Responses May 24, 2012

i will be the first to admit i battled internet addiction badly, from like 2007 until 2011...due to lonliness and being a mother bound at home...i was lonely...but i have done some serious changing for my family and for me...i am not online often..and when i am I spread it around...i dont stick to twitter etc..i prefer here or tumblr over them all to be honest...and now concentrating on entering things to make money here..

i am now trying to spend any time i have available on line to be more productive...like contests, magazines that pay, submitting for a book, and trying to get a grant...etc.. something that will reap some rewards...healthier use of the internet

thanks :D