Remember that everything old was new
Once.
When you look at this tree
And see the buried seed
And the daring sapling
And the spread crown of leaves
And the beetle-eaten branches
And the beaten, stubborn stump
And love it –
You glimpse eternity with
Thorough glee like
God.
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