He looks like speedwell,
Climbing up a bank -
Simultaneously replicating it’s resilience, 
And it’s subtle softness.

He’s lichens on a branch,
Resembling the purity in the earth.

With every breath she gives,
Blossoms Bloom.

Nurturing and tender, 
But powerful.


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