FALLOW HEART

I found a heart left fallow
 
 In the land of hurt
 I did a little clearing 
And planted kind words
 But oh the words ne'er rooted 

Oh the words ne'er grew
For heat of hurt had ruined 'em


Drought of hate was worse; 
I prayed for rain to fall and 
Wet the land of hurt
 Sunlight of faith to shine and
 Quell the hopelessness 
For little mounds of faith with 
Little seeds of love 
Can make a heart left fallow
 Grow the bests of love! 



©Anyanya Bassey