Something to Ponder

November 24, 2007
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While weeping willows waited,
And drowsy dandelions daydreamed,
As Autumn asked as when to arrive,
And leaves prepared for final dives,
When Winter worked wonders to the woods,
On a lonely log I stood,
Watching a brown, baby bird,
Lift his wings, and learn to fly,
And as he soared, the leaves turned green.

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