It’s dark

I lie in my bed

With the window open

And a cool breeze blows over

The peanut plants growing 

Green in the south field

Out of sight

The tips of the roots

Develop tiny buds 

That are becoming peanuts

I smell the fresh dirt, 

The rain coming in on the wind

I wiggle my toes 

My roots spread out

Across the plains

To the cities and towns

They’re taking a good hold, too

And I wonder what lovely fruits

These seeds of happiness 

I planted today may turn into

Tomorrow 

-jenn