There he grew before us, a child before our eyes,
Once a tiny sapling, now his, the roving skies.
Whither goes his journey, what promise holds his prize,
Now his wings doth take him, sweet angel in disguise.
~ D.F.
There he grew before us, a child before our eyes,
Once a tiny sapling, now his, the roving skies.
Whither goes his journey, what promise holds his prize,
Now his wings doth take him, sweet angel in disguise.
~ D.F.
Lovely words and picture. Well done.
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Many thanks, Bill. 😀
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I love this poem.
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Thank you! Lovely to know. 😀
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Lovely, this one strikes home.
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Thank you! Glad you like it 😀
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The perspective of the photo captures the thought so very beautifully. I almost want to watch the stem elongate further in the picture!
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My thoughts exactly! How high will it go?! 😀
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The perspective of the photo captures the thought so very beautifully. I almost wish the stem would grow and elongate further in the picture!
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A reality of life ..so well strung into a poem !
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Thank you very much for saying so! 😀
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Hello! Beautiful! Lovely image and the words are delightful. 🙂
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Much appreciated! Thank you for coming by! 😃
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