the birth of sticks happen
when we humans least expect
when we humans forget to look
when we humans miss natures magical slow show
the birth of sticks happen
in the mid middle of the night
when the mother tree feels a pain
of a formely totally unknown degree
the birth of sticks happen
when the mother tree in angony
focusses soley on the baby stick to be born
on the life exquisitely unique in surprising form
the birth of sticks happen
through the grace of God
the mother tree placenta
garden of giving the earth in need
the birth of sticks happen
for us to be intrigued
for mother trees know that
each little stick comes with the power to unconditionally always give
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