It happens quietly
under the broad moonlight
that lights a forest kissed by
freshly fallen snow
The finger of each Higher Power
gently guides and determines the energy
needed to reach that dormant seed waiting
beneath a carpet of decaying leaves
With tender shoots hinting at a brave heart
and strength belied by inconsequential size
that seed accepts the blessing
offering a fragile bloom in the winter landscape
photo: pixabay
prompts: WyldeVerse, Written River, SoCS, FieryVerse
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