A cold leaf still bleeds heat of the sun
even grounded;
wreath trees and flowers beneath mime ovation
seemingly astounded
by the soul of the forest, daily seen but sublimely felt
in kale blood flowing and buds growing like silent snows that melt
Winter into Spring, as if a frozen heart
thawed and thought-quilled knows to start
filling what darkness and death chilled with depthless root feeling,
breathtaking Life daybright aided by moonlight soon revealing
seed and sacred source rewind mind-stemmed courses, pore traveling
spine-tingling veins of land and sea interlaced externally, core divinity unraveling.
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