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The Childless Fig Tree
A Blossoming fig splashed with sunlight to paint it Green, rooted the earth against the winds, branches stretched Abroad, To cool with the breeze, traveling stems, fresh leaves on, like wig on a lawyer's yet childless its bore, though chastised by its season, and caressed by nature. He traveled from afar to get close to it Bathed in Baptism, slept the forests Walked ages, seasoned the days period the time, Smiles the miles full of nights. stood by it, gazed at it, gave a hug chime nonreciprocal greetings Splashed beck at him childless its bore cold its stood fixed the earth With huge bark, dark brown Earthen roots sunk deep down, broad fragile stems yet a childless its bore. Out stretched arms stems The cardinal of the earth The leaves freshening. Still yet childless it bore. Angered wore his compassion With beautify attires And spat fire from His scripture coated tongue splashed it on her To bake it withered and dry, No soul never taste Of thy vine to dine childless your fruit till forever comes Thus it paled off childless and fruitless Its withered. Mark 11: 12 - 14 20- 27 N/A 6/5/2020 BRIAN'S SELECT 5,any form,any theme 6/2/2020
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