Miracles
A tiny seed drops from a tree,
Dodging leaves, skirting debris,
Nestles in a muddy crack,
Nature's nurture therein no lack.
Rotting, rooting in the ground,
Through winter slumber, nary a sound;
Come April, awakens with glee,
Bursts forth from Earth, reverie.
Chlorophyll shoots, yearning skyward,
Fragile spine, reaching toward...
The plant will live, even flourish,
Provide us sustenance and nourish.
Miracles daily come and darkly go--
Here's one survives night's cold and snowl
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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