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From the Ground Up
by The Folio
Jewel Wallace
The magnolia blossoms are the harbingers of a spring they will never see. The dandelions’ bright yellow will take the Sun’s place until its light floods the evenings, Slowly disappearing, changing, until the warm breeze blows their seeds away.
Violets take root in a ground still solid from the dark’s frost, And emerge as an augur of a long day and mild night. But they too become different from what they were, green as the grass, lost in the dirt.
Oh, but there are no predictions that can be made and none that should. The fear of change is the fear of nature.
Flowers know nothing about the fruits they will bear nor the seeds that will be their legacy.
