Knowledge,

It is the culmination of experiences.

Seeds planted while we are infants.

Some nourished and attended.

Carefully irrigated, to take root and grow.

Others doused with gibberish.

A few, parched, shrivelled up, abandoned.

Knowledge,

It is the fruition of ideas,

Sprouting, reaching for the sun,

Some capturing it’s power and energy,

It’s warmth gently offering sustenance.

Others, too shaded, hidden from it’s rays.

A few, burned, scorched, deserted.

Knowledge,

It is an unyielding belief,

Budding, promising it’s glory

Some flourishing, offering it’s nectar

it’s blooms bursting forth with vibrancy

Others, to weak and fragile to emerge.

A few, squashed, fallen, neglected

Knowledge,

It is the final Perception.

Branching out, completing it’s ripening.

Some harvesting, reaping the crops.

Fertilizing the virgin soils.

Others, mere stumps strangled prematurely

A few, broken, fragile, snapped.

Knowledge,

It is a collection of Opinions.

Plotted carefully, devised,

Some thriving in rich bedding,

it’s marrow spreading rapidly.

Others, inhibited with mulch.

A few, weeded, wrenched, discarded.

Knowledge,

It is an accumulation of resources.

Towering majestically, sharing it’s splendour,

Some offering it’s abundances,

it’s thickets twisting a labyrinth.

Others too wild, too dangerous.

A few, chopped, hacked, destructed

Knowledge,

It is an offering, a gift, a luxury.

It is taken, received, a necessity.

It is unique, valuable, rare

It is ordinary, cheap, common

It is endless, expanding, powerful

It is bounded, restricting, weak