The Torn Coat

Like a mustard seed
Looming so large over ours
To eclipse the sun

When the seed coat tears
Pink roseis first to appear
Hope leading the way

The halls are the roots
Our eyes locked the DNA
The bloom in our cheeks

What sprouts through the earth
With heaven so abundant
That treasures spill forth?

What did you picture
When imagining the tree
And tending its growth?

Taking hold in time
Cherished joy of hearts and minds
Superlatively

The twigs grow tender
With leaves to heal the nations
But what of the fruit?

Do you bend ear that
You might hear/taste wonders by
Even your standards?

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