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A Prayer for Spring
A winter has come into our forest I have no idea exactly how long I was merely a long-lost tourist And now I see of all our leaves are gone. Nothing damages more than a hard frost The landscape lay injured and strained All of the critters are scattered and lost A sad reminder of all of the pain. The Winter was here longer than I know Ravaging more than I could foretell Above my knees in the freezing snow Stuck in the sad foliage of farewell. I take a plow and push through the past. Bury the blade into our history. I pick through ice for a mere blade of grass Any sign of life spells my victory. I come upon the knotted root of the oak A fork left on a meal of an empty plate. The tears from my eyes beginning to soak The jagged legs that mark my mistakes. Roots are strong and full of wisdom They are churned inside the earth so deep Between these toes is quite the schism Loud enough to wake me from my sleep. The branches lurch toward Heaven so high The stark, black fingers reach towards the Sun I pray that Spring comes back into our lives That we can return where we once begun.
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