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as a tree’s bark falls so past fears are laid to rest to allow new growth

with the first fresh blooms the reign of a harsh winter comes to a warm end

a beginning frost chilling touch falls to the ground a flower’s last breath

numerous and gentle soft petals fall silently like tears from nature

with widened feathers wings take flight and through the sky solace is pursued

cloudy skies darken drifting lazily above cloudless skies brighten

roots extend below tangling with the earth and soil entwined with the ground

like stars in the earth gemstones sparkle brilliantly bright rocks of the soil

dead branches hanging draped on their living bodies doomed and decaying

horses in a field able to run, be content be truly free souls

in a nest,four birds singing of a bright day coming tomorrow’s promise

self-doubt pervades minds sticking around like shadows following, stagnant

glimmering away capture fleeting hope in hands firefly catching

inconsistently chances, like tides, ebb and flow don’t squander good luck

thieving of your time a dishonest heart consumes a pure heart is lost

under violent seas in solitude from others a search for solace

sobbing dew and mist these cool mornings condense grace as thanks for the sun