The first light touches upon the head,
Morning’s anointment.
The dew evaporates,
Inner chemicals mix and bubble
There is magic brewing,
In the pulp,
In the frail tissue movement.
A thrust upward
Firm
Persistent
The imperative of cellular wisdom
Ancient as the soul which sustains it
A fountain of energy
You rise ecstatic into the
Blue marbled sky
Embraced by
the pollen dusted sun.
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