some will see
just like a tree, standing alone
filling the void, with paper and pencil.
rendering hope, with each line drawn careful
leaves will appear in a gift wrapped parcel.
empty thoughts, contained with hope
that soon the picture will be clear
sorting colors, stapling papers
trying to behold the story
to be told.
blessings come with much needed rest
as the drawing fills in, now satisfied
colors, painted, but only seen with
colors and hues, only some will see
with humble hearts, wisdom brought
the tree of life, with beauty unfolds.
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