In consciousness
a tiny bud blossoms,
a berry falls,
nature covers,
protects
from frost and cold.

Time passes,
spring arrives
now warmer days,
the spark of life
ignites
fresh growth.

From our berry
hidden warm,
new life appears,
a root bores down
searches
for support.

In the dark
a tender shoot
pale, vulnerable;
blind it advances,
ascends
towards the light.

The dawn’s light
sees our slender
shoot emerge;
fragile white it
seeks
sun and rain.

Given time
and many seasons,
our shoot grows
into a tree which
blossoms,
then,
a berry falls.


19-06-2008

Bob Blackwell

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