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A little tree in the middle of winter.
While, all others had taken a rest,
Was left to ponder, when is my break.
Why must my leaves stay green.
For, what purpose have I been called out.
Then, in gratitude,seeing there must still be,
One, that needs this fruit.
Absorbing, from an unknown source to many,
The leaves embrace the sunlight's touch,
Waiting patiently to pull in the warmth,
From a cold harsh darkened night,
Throwing up braches to the sun,
The dew is drawn within the veins.
In excitement of this new day,
To grow as much as possible,
While, the sun draws ,the lifted branches ,
towards its direction to breathe in life.
In excitement to bring forth the good fruit,
To one that comes by on this wayward path.
Seeking, this fruit where none other come from.
That this fruit might dwell within to create a new life.

??1 Corinthians? ?3:6?-?9? ?KJVAAE??
[6]  I have planted, Apol´los watered; but God gave the increase. [7] So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. [8] Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labor. [9] For we are laborers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building.

Picture my brother sent to me of his tree on January 15,
Enspired this writing: )   God's beautiful creation is all around us when we seek: )

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