I wrote a word and let it go,
A seed it was, I did not know;
It fell to earth in secret ground,
And there a living tree was found.

I gave a word to one long dead,
It rose to life and gave them bread;
I whispered low, the branches grew,
And clothed the land in morning dew.

I read a word that made them glow,
I took a word and watched it grow;
It bore a fruit I could not see,
Yet filled the world with mystery.

I spoke a word I can’t take back,
It darkened sky and turned it black;
The fruit was sweet, the poison whole,
It sowed a storm that stole a soul.