In the warm mud of the cold darkness,
It anchors its roots in a firm foundation.
It stretches up with strength braving the depths of still waters;
Breeching the surface with the warming of the Sun
Along the face of a still pond.
It dances the slow blossoming of unfolding petals,
And retreats with the same.
To where you are now, From whence you came
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Where the Present is the Gift we all share.