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Aug 30
In the Garden, by the Creek,
Stands a Tree –
A Weary Willow, weeping, in
A prayerful plea:

“The scoffing Oaks hold
All their leaves,
But mine wither in this winter;
Don’t You see?!”

But, oh, what She
Doesn’t yet know
Is that, now, below the ground,
Growing down, and reaching out –

Hidden to sight or sound –
Are her Roots, preparing Her
To bear a thing no Oak has ever known:
Fruit.

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So, may Her weeping turn to singing
For spring is bringing
A New Beginning
…In the Garden, by the Creek.

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Dylan McFadden
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Dylan McFadden  27/M/Seattle
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