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Nature bestows strength on her children
Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice
and the delicate flower is the most tenacious
Every living thing strives toward growth
Struggles to survive even the unsurvivable
Nature bestows strength on her children
Within the grinding chaos and nattering chatter
A breeze whispers through spring grasses
Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice
Storms bring down the grandest oak
A lone blossom pushes through a littered sidewalk toward the sun
The delicate flower is the most tenacious.
7 comments:
Beautifully done!
The strength of nature is amazing ~ Love this refrain: The delicate flower is the most tenacious.
What Grace said and this : "A breeze whispers through spring grasses Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice"
The strength of nature...
Beautiful.
As little as I write them, I do really admire a form poem. Well done, and I specifically am drawn to the last stanza.
The strength of the flower is amazing
Your subject and lines work especially well for this form.
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