seeking truth at the very core
what was so effortlessly created at seed could with one dark and silent frosty breath, be wilting, retracting, writhing.
a new day.
heavy rains come pouring down to offer needed drink
floods of light stream down to the Little One from a sun that warms unconditionally.
They have come to save what they helped create.
a rainbow – muted yet fully present in the greys and whites appears
new growth begin at the stems with hesitant unfolding
a thankful pause
and then a sudden delightful shoot appears
reaching ever further but always remaining grounded at the root, hands held up to the skies
so happy for this love.