Common Sense

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A spider burrowed
The webs to a perfect funnel
The way it’s kind does.

Tiny tot waddled
Grasping the ledge
As adults cheered in admiration
Support love filled the air.

A man stood over your heart
Walking into the shadows
As your palms sweated,
You saw no future…

Old wounds melted in spring
Jumped into the current of recovery
Life giving elixir of the blossoms
that cover every inch of your mountainside.

Transformation...
Bouncing with it all,
the way our kind do.