#617-Getting ready
09/04/2019
You’re still small.
Happily growing in the sun.
It rains at times,
You get wet,
Yet clean.
Refreshed.
Stretching towards the sky.
No distractions.
Only nature,
Silence.
One day you’ll fly.
Be patient.
It’ll arrive.
Even pigs,
Grow wings.
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