Courtesy of Others ~
A silent promise of life lies dormant in the earth,
The seed awaits warm rains to awaken into birth.
Pushing through solid ground it searches for a way,
Struggling to the surface, it catches its first warm ray.
Unfolding out in sunlight the tiny plant then breathes,
Its stem splits in two, and grows itself some leaves.
Morning Glory reaches out as though to reach the sun,
Resting at night to recover from a battle hard-won.
With each new day it grows in might and strength,
And every new leaf it creates gives it greater length.
When it is fully grown and has gained a mighty power,
Morning Glory crowns its tip with a beautiful little flower.
Glenn Bergen, 2012
A Follower Of The Old Ways
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