Monday, April 20, 2009

Anticipation of the Real Spring

And it was a seedling so long ago
so beautiful it was longing to grow
and so deeply afraid was I to kill it I dared not
even touch it but rather backed up and watched it grow
singing praises to this seedling growing
in ways I dared not believe but admired
so deeply all the while it grew and branched
into a tree so strong and wonderful
And found myself there a blossoming vine
wrapped through the branches

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