She comes alone
out of still cold nights,
no leaves to comfort
or give warmth.
Unfolding
little by little
each day
more beautiful
than the day before,
trusting God
for sun and rain
to bring her to her glory.
Needing only to share
her beauty,
to be the best
she can be,
to invoke a word,
coax a smile,
invite a
touch in wonder;
heralding the spring,
new beginnings
and beauty in God's garden.





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