It starts so small
on leaves in the wind, unstable.
Through rain and hail and heat and cold
it thrives, it grows strong without gable.
Unprotected, exposed, bruised
gathering power for future use.
A change! What’s this? Now it crawls,
new freedom, new look, the horizon calls.
Fueling, fueling, learning how-
gathering strength for then and now.
Unable to fly, yet hearing the wind
crawling, crawling, eating again…
It can’t move now.
Looks like the end.
waiting, waiting, what’s taking place?
Beholding His face.
Beauty in motion
will be it’s own.
Unexpected! Life returns,
it was never gone
just not seen or heard…
Colors! Motion! A moment of rest,
and then we behold it
and then we are Blessed.
Beauty from ashes,
Life from death
Never give up.
You will fly with the best.
Love to all,
Brenda Sue ;-*