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Noviceby Nancy ClarkA seed of playful, hidden springtime life Stirred And touched the rhythms of the earth And trembled, Almost afraid to grow. Drought would give it choking pain, Frost would darken; footsteps trample, Or grown, it might emerge unlovely. Small, as yet a yearning dream And eager to be new, The seed embraced the darkness of the earth, Sought paths to send its tender roots, Released itself to warm caress of rain, And grew And knew, punching into sunlight, A shriek of sanctity in its tiny leaf. |
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