ZMP~ Pine Cones say

ZMP~ Pine cones say

In a tall tree of pine,
the pine cones open,
and out the seeds fly.

Like words off a tongue
or thoughts sprout and spun
before me they lie.

Be it seeds or be it words
that which will occur,
for some sprout and grow.

Spreading thoughts to seed
like a pine cones release
the words seem to unfold.

It takes a long time
for a pine tree to rise
like ideas of yesterday.

The tree is the result
of what seed and grew out
of what the Pine Cones say.