" ONE`S NATURE "
Born in late winter
I peeked at March`s
roaring lion.
Some friends showed
an inkling, a budding
the adventurous ones.
My Mother, feeding me,
whispered
"Nature is always such,
sentinels must be sacrificed.
The Goddess Hera demands
payment for Her warmth."
I close my eyes
`til showers come,
my Mother`s milk is flowing,
pouring into me.
Then I stand,
prideful and strong,
my family branch
a bloom of green.
Birds alit,
butterflies aflutter.
I find myself smiling
as my nature
reveals itself.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
posted by V @ 7:51 AM
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