Sweating toil sheen back,
Turning the topsoil under up,
Scorching sun answers,
The universe turns abrupt,
One beat in a heart,
Something can start,
To flow and grow,
Sitting still in the mode,
Natural growth down and outward,
Splitting oneself reaching mighty,
The roots must grab hold,
While stalk pushes through,
The same in everything,
From me to you,
A push in a pull,
A balance in self growing,
A strive to be alive,
And all the while knowing,
We are flowering invert,
Rising out of the dirt…………..
FenniganT 1.22.10
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