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Part of a series of pictures of growing up.(which I may do soon) |
Growing Still exploring, never certain what will lie inside the mirror Scant reflections of the taking of another step. to clearer visions of what I was meant to be do I cross the unseen door? quoth the Raven nevermore? Still I take the time before me as an open window to what is unexplored and unseen till the mirror brings the vision, striking on the clearest window to see the little child that needed to know How to grow //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// A NEW THING I am a new thing I started in the usual downswing Tendrils pushing up and out orienting all about tender pod, gentle stem through dirt to sun to nurture them me, my strands of cellulose, long used to keep me holding close my millions of pairings with the others like me, to form more cellular matrices My matrix leading south to north leads the way to metamorph each round each year the fibers cling tell the story in another ring fibers from the last year's blood turn into the heart of wood while below earth a million shoots holding water, food to roots The strands within them to and fro mark the way the waters flow up against the gravity neath the bark into the leaf changed again by light of sun granting life to everyone glory for you all to see the life cycle of a tree And I can live my cycle Once more. |