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| Current music: | Dave Mathews and Warren Hayes ~ Cortez the Killer |
Life. Death. Rebirth.
I started writing a poem today…
The leaves on my property are beautiful and full today.
Green with all the life the sun can give such a simple plant.
The wind blowing through them in such a way that the tree is dancing.
Yes, this poem was only started today; not to be finished
For I am; not finished
I have seen so much on my property.
The most striking moment was watching a dead plant; have its rebirth.
This was the strongest plant in my garden.
It sucked the marrow from the sun and soil.
Yes, this plant did flourish for quite some time.
Until its unforeseen demise.
The winter came cold and quick.
Catching its petals off guard, knocking them to the dirt below.
The roots caught the cold completely, icing up within mere seconds.
I awoke to see it dead lying on the bed.
My poem is never ending for this is why;
I saw the plant grow.
I saw it move towards the sun.
If nurtured by the sun and the rain; it will once again…be.
The earth has revolved back towards the sun, the rain has beat down on the soil.
The love and care will be the catalyst in which its life will be restored.
I will watch this plant.
I will care for this plant.
For this plant; deserves to live forever.
This plant lives forever within my heart.
I cannot let this plant die again.
//bjZL// May 8th 2005
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