promise

In the forest yesterday, I was touched by the apparent tenderness with which the decaying trunk of a fallen tree was nurturing a new generation of fresh young seedlings.

tender green tomorrow

Oh fallen one,
Your hull hollowed
By the adze of time,
How softly you hold
The tender-green tomorrow
In your crumbling heart.

hollowed hull

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