Seeing Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeing Life



Tiny leaves, like stars, soft and dainty, delicate to the
touch of human hands.

Looking beyond their fragile lives, branches from which
they grow are gnarled, twisted, appear to be dead.

It's amazing how life can unfold from something old and
dried up.

Yet even in it's ugliness, we can see it's life's untold
beauty.

Saturday, June 21, 2014
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