Nature heals
'Not doomed...yet.'
A little head of green
making its way up
seems to say.
After months of waiting,
when the unsightly picture
of roots sticking out
tugs at your heartstrings,
when you quail in agony
at the thought
of the looming empty space,
once filled by a
eye-stopping, wide girthed,
forceful green giant,
a glimmer of hope arises
from the depths of despair.
Nature heals.
A little head of green
making its way up
seems to say.
After months of waiting,
when the unsightly picture
of roots sticking out
tugs at your heartstrings,
when you quail in agony
at the thought
of the looming empty space,
once filled by a
eye-stopping, wide girthed,
forceful green giant,
a glimmer of hope arises
from the depths of despair.
Nature heals.