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Feb 2024
They come closed
not really knowing,
how their petals will be opened
In the grand throws,
nobody knows
The World continues to move
A time capsule that perhaps,
may not be smooth
Peonies lots
The doors open  
Who’s coming in
Bare root
Potted garden
Some afternoon shade
Peonies like fertile,
rich, well-drained soil
Think lots of nutrients
No heavy soggy clay
To produce stunning blooms,
humans need to feel well enough,
from the inside looms,
and when they don't
a medical team,
steps in to produce a beam

PhD + MD = research and medicine
we can see,
why is this patient unwell
He or she
Human sensation
Autonomic nervous system relation,
is speaking to you
The body's internal system,
is under attack too
Peripheral
A PhD focuses on research,
to expand knowledge in the peony fields,
when the buds don't open,
and the flowers struggle to bloom,
bring the PhD in the room
Human condition
Nature mission

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
I had the pleasure of meeting an outstanding lady who was a doctor yesterday while in the emergency hospital environment.
Two minds, human kinds.
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