Sonnet: Amazing Growth

The tree-trunk cut flush to the soil surface Has branches sprouting new, those grow with speed; Amazingly, revengefully in pace, That far exceeds that seen from any seed! All wild plants cut grow luxuriantly fast, Much faster than fruit trees those were razed down; All vices stopped return worse than in past, But virtues lost are like a meadow gone! Vine twigs trimmed put forth branches with fruits more, With aim to better bear in lesser time; When trials, tribulations and strife pour, Man’s mind, heart, spirit, soul become sublime! Like gardener pruning plants for better yield, The soul with grace becomes God’s glorious field! Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-07-2013