A forgotten pot,
corner bound through winter,
holds a secret that only
time can reveal.

Moss clings to the side,
patterned through the dirt
that the downpours threw up.

Green shoots,
poking above the surface
reach towards the sun,
tender and young.

Take care of this precious life.
Nurture it, make it your own and
the reward will fill your heart.

A beautiful pot,
Should be centre bound,
holding a court of it's own.