Friday, September 9, 2011


Spring is in the air, new growth is beginning to appear, transformation is somewhat insight.
From the dark depths of despair, a small bud appears, to symbolise an element of hope. The tiny bud it struggled to survive so it huddled below the chill of the cold winters' air. It imagined itself growing into a beautiful tree, with branches lapping the edge of the sky and deep roots penetrating the rich soil below. It lay very still waiting and waiting till the time was right. Then it lifted its head, felt the warmth in the air, it stretched out a branch and let out an enormous sigh, "Spring is here", it sang to the wind. Then the tree grew and grew not wanting to stop. Until one day when the time felt right, all the work was complete, the graceful tree stopped. It basked in the sun and remembered a time not too long ago when it lay there waiting for the warm wind to appear.

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