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Golden Limb
Most of the trees are in shadow.
This wintry February morn
But one large limb stretches to me
As sun's brightness starts to adorn.
I see every notch, every twig,
As brillliantly engraved in gold.
I know dormant life will spring forth
When warmer sun's rays do enfold.
To this golden limb a jay comes,
Fluffing its bright feathers roundly.
It knows a good thing when it happens,
Nodding its head quite profoundly.
Such little things, of no import,
And yet how they do astound me!
This is how I appreciate,
And how nature thoughts surround me.
Golden limb, you stretched out - you touched
Although it was from a distance.
Grow straight, grow strong, increase in girth-
Do accept sun's warm assistance.
