Finding Joy is digging deeper than you think
soil dark, leaves crisp.
Tending, pruning, plucking hidden remains.
Light emerging, tender growth
Flowers blooming, seeds shooting!
Sharp, contrast...It sprouts Out!
And all the while the dirt is muddy,
Your hands are messy, but life
comes forth...Color scheme from
deepest green.
Wondering? Soar the elements!
Planting, watering from height and
depth, Feeling this life. Living this death...
And the two emerging Joy from pain?
Comrades different, yet the same...
Lord of all creation!
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