The Promise

the promise

barren, dry, empty
stripped of its sole possession
branches weary and wary
surrendered in lamentation

albeit lifeless in appearance
continues to sing and dance
standing mighty and tall
struggles never shown at all

it stretches out, thrives on…
across and around to grapple equanimity
deep under to embrace stability
high above to touch infinity

serene, unperturbed, contented
sturdy and strong, yet unguarded
gazing at the sun, dauntless, waiting
the promise nearly unfolding…

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"The beauty of the truth is that it need not be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is."— Mark Helprin

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