Awakening
Tiny fingers of the small child
reach out to the world out of
its mother's arm, striving to
learn and understand the colors
and surroundings before they grow
to something bigger,
like a baby dear striving to stand on
its shaky hind legs, ready to prounce
among the blurry scenery of green trees
that sways over its head, in confusion
but real.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2007
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