Hey, some poetry came burbling out

Unbroken plains
He stands in barren fields,
waits for life to bloom.
Fallow fields checkered with chaff,
unbroken earth, unspoken fertility.

Sow, she said, cast your seed,
let it catch on the wind, spread.
What gains purchase will astound,
a carpet of opportunity, renewed hope.

Trepidation fills his heart, his soul,
casting seed difficult to comprehend.
He heeds her words, throws off doubt,
Plants the first kernels of a new tomorrow.