Life
Branches stretch towards the sky,
The sun warms her sleepy children.
The wind whistles through the trees,
Tickling their newly leaved feathery fingers.
Seedlings drop to the unforgiving ground below,
The grass cradles the gift of life.
The clouds weep their happy tears,
A muddy blanket covers an anxious child.
Curious arms reach out of a safe warm bed,
While roots stretch ever deeper into the dark earth.
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That’s sweet. How old is she?
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Thanks 🙂 she is about to turn 23, wonderful young lady,
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This is lovely.
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Talent seems to run in the family…a lovely verse.
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Thank you, I will tell her 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful.. so perfectly capturing the first thoughts as a child with outstretched arms to be held and growing up.. love this 🙂
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A tree is a perfect metaphor for life!
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Don’t trade her off for a bag of Jelly Beans, even though most of us love Jelly Beans. I suspect she is onto something her as her words are nicely planted. Somebody may want to start her own blog. Such a beautiful read! All the best to the young lady and a belated Happy Mother’s day to you!
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Thank you very much, I will pass this comment on to her!
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:o)
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Chelsea is a natural. She has a gift. Does she know that? 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words, I will tell her!
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🙂
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This is beautiful!! You have a lovely daughter 🙂 Thank you for liking my posts 🙂 I’ve nominated you for Infinity Dream Award and Versatile Dream Award. Do have a look and write 7 facts about your self according to the guide lines of the game. Happy Blogging!!
Thank you.
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