As greening leaves
store memory
in gravity
one might believe
That hope conceives
the seasons’ keys
growing to be
new life to see
Those practical
spirals of Earth
construct forms worth
all things natural
Ideas for all
share more than mirth
God beat the dirth
mind hears the call
Universe rolls
waves in nothing
fields spark something
new to behold
Implicit goals
arise with wings
although time stings
because it's cold.
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