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Tuesday, May 11, 2004

It begins as a seed
in need of warmth and nourishment.
In a very short time it sprouts
and a new life emerges.

It reaches upward
hungry for the light.
Thirsty for the next drop of liquid
for the next morsel of food.

It forces it's way upward
through sometimes rugged terrain.
Exploding into being
with an amazing grace.

It will continue to grow
in many different forms.
Sometimes very delicately,
sometimes strong and wild.

It gathers strength
as time marches on.
Bearing the weight of its fruit
thriving on the light of a new day.

It withers with neglect
begging for mercy.
The flame of existence
fiercly ignited with the first hint of light.

It struggles and weeps
It thrives and blooms
It is simple
It is complicated
It is beautiful
It is love.


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