Miracles in the little things,Like the lush scent after the rainsFall upon a forest’s bushes,Each leaf that the water pushesTo the earth. And so they sagAs each droplet comes to dragFrom the base, along the midribTo balance at the tip.Not yet knowing whether to hold or drop,Though gravity, the leaf cannot stop.Thus dampening not justContinue reading “A Miracle in the Little Things”
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