Night • Dawn • Day

Unseen, unheard, and untouched,

Life flourishes when resting in

The gentle cradle of the spirit,

Far away from the hands of men.

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In the tender womb of silence,

A seed matures into a sprout,

A bud develops into a blossom,

And a flower evolves into a fruit.

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Out of the spring of stillness,

An array of lively hues emerge,

Adorning the bloom with beauty

Surpassing all human imitation.

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As the seasons cycle and evolve,

Flavors brewed within the spirit

Seep into the fruit’s soft flesh—

Mellow, complex, and exquisite.

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The essence animating all things

Continues to nourish and foster,

Sustaining creation as it ripens

And enters into its own fullness.

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Can you stop to hear the sound

Of life blooming and maturing?

It is a resonant eternal silence

Filled to the brim with being.

© nightdawnday
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