Bad Poetry Monday Again

Care Line
by [REDACTED]

In an instant
In the twinkling of an eye
A blossom forms

A flower grows in cracks
Don't step on them
Don't hurt your mother
The mother of us all
The ground from which we leap
That terrible, terrible dirt that calls us
Back back back
The dirt that screams
"Come home"
We have no choice after all
But I cannot come home just yet
I have more to do
I have more to go
Miles to go before I sleep
Trials to weather and time to keep
I cannot stop here
Not now
There is so much to do.
There is so much left to do.