To be young, lush, and full of life again.
To be the canopy.
To be seen strong and vibrant.
To feel the gentle tickle of the morning dew
And delight in the afternoon rain.
To sway in the winds and capture the sun’s rays.
Oh, but first I become naked and vulnerable
As I embark on this harsh, cold season of my life.
Then, when the stars have shone and Mother Earth
Has eclipsed old Sol
I will again rise to glory.
Come Spring…
Come Spring…
I like this very much!
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Thank you, Liz! I’m glad you do! ;-)))
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Great imagery, Kevin! I love it.
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Thank you, friend! ;-0))
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You’re welcome, Kevin! 😊
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Thank you… again! I really do appreciate it a lot! 😁😁😁
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Always happy to share your posts, My Friend! 😁✨✨
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