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Walking thru the morning fog…I find the sun.
I see.
The simple grace of a lone tree.
Her symmetrical asymmetry.
Her balanced imbalance.
Her strength.
Her roots.
Her gentle heart and ancient soul.
I see.
Time passing.
Life’s cycles.
Yesterday. Tomorrow. Today.
And here she is again.
Spring.
On those days when I fear I’ll never hear her voice
She surprises me.
Her ground is slowly greening.
Some say they’re tricksters.
Others claim that they’re teachers - teaching us to be both clever and wise.
I believe that this sweet one arrived with a smile and a song.
Expect the unexpected….
Laughter is truly good medicine.
From a safe distance - I watched with awe and admiration
And she sauntered on.