Lean into scene

Via

Pliancy in turbid sea,

Else

Whetting fretting

Will

Snool a pool

Of

Fear’s tears—

When

Grounded in flow

Gives strength best go. ; )

Pup passed the singing sparrow without turning tweet to meat.

Pup passed through skid row without growling-barking at each greet.

Pup passed by a shedrow and did not start an early heat.

Now, pup passes last test by choosing hand with marrow treat! ; )

Can of agua did take off the day,

Storm front of clouds on-went other way,

Flooding’s friendly zone replied with, “Nay,”

But garua’s kiss made all okay. ; )

When blocked writer’s letters placed in noggin’s cogitating keeve ferment no reprieve, that which is hazy will emerge as a daisy if hands continue to believe. ; )

Would a bloom trade its petals plucked for pages turned to tucked—forego the metage of saturated soil that nourishes its sun-seeking soul for a paving rather than a planted role—wither itself to the brink of death for a chance to partake in a story that rhythms each living breath—prefer to grow in a sense outside of its stem even if it were to no longer be a gem to them? ; )