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Confucius  
551 – 479 BC    

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Thy Lovely Vine

 
I am a vine stretching for my lighting Sun.
I follow all the seasons and bloom in the spring.
My leaves feel like soaring in the heavens. 
My roots support my loving foundation and ground me.
I am humble, for I allow others to live upon my greens.
I quench thirst from the gift of rain, 

Be careful, before you know it, I'll be wrapping you a hug.

Serenity

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