A plant, dormant, standing straight and tall Gray tissue flaying in the wind, Battered by winter's frosty hands, now shivering in the cold spring rain reaching for the sky.
Spring's signs yet unseen, but it knows they will appear. Waiting in anticipation it doesn't attend to despair. Anchored in assurance that it hasn't been forsaken waiting in faith to be awakened, reaching for the sky.
The renewal didn't arrive But through faith's eyes where future hopes are seen before they materialize;
It saw strong green stalks filled with blooming pompoms of lace, kissed on the face by Colors fading from green to purple Ceasing in pink, crowning its stem's peaks.
Although left in dormancy it gripped tightly the hope That an appointed time to sprout life hadn't forever passed it by And continued to reach for the sky
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