Tangled branches, storms, and resilience.
You know how it is when you see a flower growing out of a crack of asphalt? Growing in a godforsaken improbability?
I find myself thinking if I had to make something grow here, I couldn’t,
and it makes me wonder, with that kind of smirk look, because isn’t it true, when we try so hard to make something happen-
And yet sometimes, without any effort or reason, things just pop up, bloom, and show us a way out.
That is the best of nature. It strives to continue. It lends us a hand to find our way.
…tangled branches, storms, and resilience.
The sun comes up.
Memories flood,
time ticks on, maybe we heal,
Life continues, and we hold on, and hopefully see life growing through the cracks.
The ever-changing seasons showing us change is enviable. So I dare say: Love, Forgive, Love again.
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