Nature's Birth

Among the hollowed ash

Stood a bowl of shattered glass.

From within its clear clutch 

Stood some ferns long and lush.

And rising above the floor

Grew a sapling, young at its core

Reaching toward the sky

Its leaves ceiling high.

And from its root did bloom

Acres of the new flowering womb

Curling together, left

All that remains unexpressed

Are the remnants of glass.

Fallen from the sky to crash

Shattered of the great stone-ground

To learn and to grow all around

Covering the planet in green

Opening the world to a new type of serene.

Not the type that's desolate and alone

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But a new type with the music of life made the fragments of what's grown.

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