Amongst the redwoods
and atop the hill,
everything is in proportion.
The morning mist
and afternoon fog
blend distinct colors and lines.
Temporary leaves,
gliding air
and the finality of roots.
Everything in its right place,
seemingly scattered,
yet purposeful.
Somewhere in between
shifting seasons
and a committed plot of land,
I watch and water my unchanging circle of soil.
Finally, a sprout!
A leafy companion!
Victory in bringing life
is quickly followed by fear.
Each step leads to the next
on ground that is firm, steady and surprising.
I wake, water and walk,
trusting in the creation of today.
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