Silence

Imagine the cycle of plants:
sprout to stem, blossom to bloom
to seed to compost -
how they live
with never a backward glance,
never an embarrassment or apology
each morning they rise, self-assured,
eloquent in their sweet certainty,
in the quiet breath of their dance.

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