You have seeds. Magic seeds. They will yield a harvest of anything you want. Any ONE thing. All you have to do is whisper the name of that thing as you plant the seed. The harvest will be abundant, enough for everyone in the world. What do you whisper as you plant your seed? Share why.
Prompt #28 Challenge:
Write a narrative poem that tells the story of planting the seed and nurturing it. Conclude with a description of the harvest.