Sometimes I feel like I'm shouting at the wind. Typing away and no one is really reading except the echoes wooshed and swirled back at me--tossing around my hair and kissing my chapped nose--reminding me that there are bigger forces than myself out there.
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Oh, Sapling outside my window
You have lost most your leaves and I imagine you are quite cold
For you, I enviously note when I walk by, are so gracefully thin
And if I am shivering... you must be frozen
Yet in the breezes and harshness of the elements
You sway gently and stand proud
Slight and lithe and beautiful
If I could, I would only ever look like you
Someday, I hope to find shelter under your sparse branches
You will hide and inspire me with your striking foliage
But in order to do so, we should both make a pact:
You must grow a bit,
And I must dwindle.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Ode to A Seedling, Struggling to Grow
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4 comments:
Beautiful Savory <3
Sooo good. : )
I'm always reading and relating and aweing at your talent and creativity.
Seeing the world through your eyes must be something great when you can make something so slight as a sapling wonderous.
That's so amazingly beautiful!
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