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By hollymccormick Date: 2001 Oct 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.23.13.14.26629]] |
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Delicate butterflies, gently floating on a passing breeze, A kaleidoscope of colors, seeking to please. They dance their magical ballet to the rhythm of the wind A grace and a beauty we'll never comprehend. The oak stands alone, solitary but strong, Watching the world, in it's haste, rushing along. It's powerful arms creating comfort and rest, Allowing, even the weakest, to create in it a nest. Firelight in the darkness soothes and protects, Hissing embers, crackling, demand your respect. Sparkles waltzing off of the eager flames Taunting, teasing, playing their games. Sopranos, altos, tenors, young and old, unite Creating a single voice to echo through the night. Beautiful voices blending together Harmonic melodies living forever. Remarkable butterflies, so ugly when born, The mighty oak humbly begins from an acorn. A solitary match can create a stark, raging fire A single tiny voice begins a whole choir. From these modest births such great things appear Such is love when allowed to be near. It begins as a whisper, so please listen close For love is unassuming and it does not boast. If allowed to be born it can grow strong But only in the host to whom it belongs. So look inside yourself and let it begin For woe to the man who won't let it in. October 2001 |