4 A.M. Poem by Daniel Spencer
4 A.M.
As I listen,
Drop by drop,
The rain tells me its story.
My mind is stilled.
I am consumed by the sound.
In the peaceful hum
of the downpour,
I hear a secret whispered
and I fill with life.
From within, a shoot erupts
and ascends.
Understanding consumes me.
A great flower bursts above my head.
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4/25/2024 5:06:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice work... 'The rain telling its story' love it. Thanks for sharing