| As the temperature warms|
So does the buds that burst forth
From the place that kept them
Away from the bitter passing.
Finding their place along the curves
And filling the contours of the branches
That stood unshaken.
Awaken from a timely purpose
The green gives way to greatness
Gripping . . .
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| As the waves come crashing|
I see the pull as if a light flashing.
The energy coming from afar
Pushing, pulling. Crashing Waves. . . .
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