Not too long ago I responded to a daily prompt with a post about an imaginary fantasy land named Talarin. I started to write this little poem, realized they were wedding vows, and liked the idea of them taking place in this same fictional village. Enjoy!
This seed I give you both to place in soil
Gathered here you promise you will toil
Tend and keep thy garden fair
And when it grows, then garden share
If fruit grows from a golden stem
Split that gift with yonder friend
You’ll toil together and watch it grow
Though drought will strike and rain will flow
Roots will grow down deep beneath
That carries life under both your feet
Though above you may see no green
Growth, like love, can move unseen
With age and grace your garden grows grand
Those roots will snake across the land
As they spread and grow above
New green life sprouts from your love
So thus the love you plant today
Shall carry you ‘till old and gray
When one of two your last breath take
You’ll look back on this garden you’ll make
There you’ll see a vast lush green
Grown by love, from this one seed
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