03-08-2013, 05:35 PM
This is the result of 5hrs hours rolling grass in cider orchards.
Pomology. (or world domination via orcharding
)
In the beginning, from Alma Ata,
the seed of life branched out.
Birthed in a garden, borne on willing arms,
fed by abundant springs. Vented portent.
Outstanding in the forest. In the wild woods
of Kazakhstan, on the ridges of the Tian
Shan mountains. The mother tree
bears her load. Noted and worthy ascent.
The softest bloom, the sweetest shade,
Sturdy, yet often bent by adverse wind.
Support for the weary. Collected by kings,
still fit for the pauper to pick. Autumn advent.
From blushing bloom, to sweet succour,
a sight to feast the eyes. The fragrance
of the forest in fall time, fermenting,
is unlike any other. A prime event.
Pungent, aromas assault your senses.
Pears, plums and apricots are noted.
From the fecund heart, thickets of apples
radiate out in all directions. Developing scent.
From that first fruit in Eden, ear
to eye, lip parting. Taken to heart;
the flesh pierced, skinned consumed.
The seed – discarded. Unwanted fragment.
The fallen seed has need of nebulous
navigation, to fulfil the final abrogation.
The plan, seeded from a founding tree, one word
before the descent, one bite to implement.
And when the sun is finally done; from East
west a forest of fruitful trees will line the road…
…from here to eternity. The final event.
Pomology. (or world domination via orcharding
)In the beginning, from Alma Ata,
the seed of life branched out.
Birthed in a garden, borne on willing arms,
fed by abundant springs. Vented portent.
Outstanding in the forest. In the wild woods
of Kazakhstan, on the ridges of the Tian
Shan mountains. The mother tree
bears her load. Noted and worthy ascent.
The softest bloom, the sweetest shade,
Sturdy, yet often bent by adverse wind.
Support for the weary. Collected by kings,
still fit for the pauper to pick. Autumn advent.
From blushing bloom, to sweet succour,
a sight to feast the eyes. The fragrance
of the forest in fall time, fermenting,
is unlike any other. A prime event.
Pungent, aromas assault your senses.
Pears, plums and apricots are noted.
From the fecund heart, thickets of apples
radiate out in all directions. Developing scent.
From that first fruit in Eden, ear
to eye, lip parting. Taken to heart;
the flesh pierced, skinned consumed.
The seed – discarded. Unwanted fragment.
The fallen seed has need of nebulous
navigation, to fulfil the final abrogation.
The plan, seeded from a founding tree, one word
before the descent, one bite to implement.
And when the sun is finally done; from East
west a forest of fruitful trees will line the road…
…from here to eternity. The final event.
