Lies a treasure
Waiting to come forth
Somewhere buried inside
Waiting to become known
Hides a light
Nudges it forth
No need to fear the night
It too guides the way
Is ready to emerge
Something inside calls
Come forth ~by Paricia R. Blumhagen
Will The Tree Come To Life?
Deep down inside the darkness lingers
No movement is felt
Hidden in its depths is the solution
To bring forth its growth
Hungry for that life it waits in confusion
Not certain for the who or why
Yet it dares to become ready for rebirth
Will it let go of the old
So that newness may come forth?
Battered and tossed by winds and rain
It remains barren
No birds fill its branches
No fruit to refresh the hungry
Leaves do not grace it with beauty
What is its purpose?
Where is its life?
One moment in time it stood young
With fruit in abundance
Now it stands in full view for all to gaze and wonder
Will it blossom forth again
Or will it be cut down
Never to have known its possibilities?
~by Paricia R. Blumhagen~
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posted PRB 4-7-2013
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