From an inner stance head-hung, outer strength may seem too far-flung;

See, holding up the self requires more than just unfastened shelf.

Pillars can withstand only when they are not built upon sand.

Foundations provide a rise if fixtures do not oversize.

Only with footing steady will lifting others be ready.

So, when feeling ably weak, stable order is what to seek,

Where boosts are shared by each’s reach—on affirmed mount, never beach. ; )

In that hamlet’s locodescriptive review suggested fields of prismatic brilliance, Tuli felt like she was not quite up to playing her part in such a state of wilted being. Were there spaces, under shaded trees or in vacuous vases, where her wilted wonder would be more appropriately attributed? She oft wished she belonged in this clique of better blooms and, thusly, deserved to pose with them, but she also found unquestioning surrender to sun’s radiation felt somewhat superficial, especially since there were, in the frame of a literally grounded perspective, curiosities overlooked, overstepped—and, yes, in their triviality, she had not yet found an energy to erect herself; however, in that aura of the forgotten and footed, she had arisen reason to accept her place as postured—not for primes’ time, but as a beacon of belonging for those not yet ready or able to climb. ; )

Kit from a curious litter knew that asking for equal mice from the stoic neighbourhood’s felinest was not a best bet for procuring fairness from fortune, but just as locofocos eked out a pact for the treasury, loco calico would sneak Pout with tact and confer re meals evened measuredly. ; )

As long as litigiosity swings for that which is right, such p[er ]*ur*suits of luminosity wing might at each f[l]ight’s slight. ; )

Whether blooming early or readying late,

Leaving vulnerability is at stake,

But, then, from that courageously ripe message,

Evokes spirited hope for souls tripe-visaged. ; )