A Tree of Final Sum
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Upon my spirit lightly calling,
She touched my heart with grace.
At times a beauty so imbued
I could not meet her face.
In radiance she blessed me so
With thought, and word, and deed.
In full truth, she possessed of me
And planted there a seed,
To grow in time a vision
Of what one day to become
From sapling of a weaker youth
To tree of final sum.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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