Searching longingly for the sun
They swirl... twist... and stretch
Little white tendrils spiraling in the light.
Reaching to the heavens grasping
Like long quiet fingers
Hoping to find something solid to clasp.
Whispering softly into the wind
They curl...twine... and extend
Tiny cream springs bouncing between the greens.
"My green thumb came only as a result
of the mistakes I made
while learning to see things
from the plant's point of view."
~ H. Fred Dale
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