Me and the shrub

I was walking aimlessly and contently
knowing the truth of timing

I spotted a native wilted shrub
I love them for they are scruffy and hardy
I stopped, looking up the sky and asked for rain

The next day, I woke up smiling at the drops
left on my window pane

I was walking towards the shrub intently
knowing the truth of prayer

I squatted down to check on its trunk and crown
with satisfaction they are still bendy but supple
I stood up, looking up the sky and gave thanks

The next day, I woke up smiling as my heart
filled with warmth

I was walking towards the shrub with excitement
knowing the truth of reaping

I skipped down the path to match my anticipation
from distance it greeted me with full bloom
My heart fluttered, looking up the sky and murmuring ‘I have found it!’

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

6 thoughts on “Me and the shrub”

  1. I appreciate this post. Where I am currently and the trials I am navigating, this was both simple and beautiful; it swept me up in the moment! Thank you for sharing these gracious words. Blessings.

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