Poem: Not Yet Reached the Cold

Little things poking their heads out,
To see the light and grow.
Not yet tall but soon.
Spreading out, stretching,
Reaching towards the warmth.
Face the sun, take in the energy,
Let the water run off.
Worries drifting off into the air,
Grounded in the earth,
Roots growing ever deeper.
Hold onto the memories and enrichment,
As long as you can.
There will come a time to say goodbye,
To the sun, moon, and stars.
We are not yet there,
We have not reached the colder months.
It will come in its own time,
For now we greet and expand,
Ourselves and our worlds.

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