The earth crumbles beneath calloused feet

that gets tangled within The Vine.

Tiny wings holding such weight

longing for relief.

The heart beats;

The lungs pump,

dancing with the growing crowd of cells.

Oh how quickly the ground quakes

trying to bury such joy!

And the petite appendages struggle once again.

Where can Hope find Shelter?

It is among the branches

of The Vine where the fruit grows!

That is where the tremors cease

as the earth learns to trust

The Gardner once again.

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