#859-Lingering
In every season,
There is fruit,
Lingering,
For wanting hands.
Thriving,
Vibrant,
Holding on to branches,
Waiting to give life.
Even,
In the cold,
Dead of winter.
In every season,
There is fruit,
Lingering,
For wanting hands.
Thriving,
Vibrant,
Holding on to branches,
Waiting to give life.
Even,
In the cold,
Dead of winter.