The lavendar blooms on
the tree in my yard
know the secret of life.
They have fought, just
as we do, for their place
in the sun and grown
into their magnificence.
Before birth, in the cold
of winter, they wait, ready
to burst forth, with full
faith in themselves and
the world around them.
PAD #27 -- in the (blank) of (blank)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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