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Oh, to be a pine coneHanging upon tree’s highest branchSeparate, beautifulEach scale distinguishableAgainst the cerulean skyClustered togetherResiding in a copse of conesAre they protecting each otherAs they face nature’s fury?Wind, rainSnow and crisping sunThey clingUndisturbedTreetop conesAre the first To witness morning’s lightAnd twilight’s first starWhen still young and smallTheir scales are open Ready to receiveContinue reading “Promise”