Nature’s Bounty.

It will rain soon and then

we’ll find the days solemn

and safe, but sweet if we

could hear the plants, who

call to one another for water

and rejoice at the sweet 

smelling air that wraps them 

round, quelling their fear

of early deaths, and shrivelled

leaves before the fruits are

floating on the freshened air.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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