Saturday, December 3, 2011

Seedling

I touched a seedling uncovered by time,
watched it grow in my damp palms.
I saw the suns affection nestle
up to its little buds
and
watched it bloom before my eyes.
It stood tall among its many relatives,
caressing its nurtured petals
laughing at its reflection on
a shimmering pond.

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