Tiny seedlings poke their head through the soil and just like that,
it is time for growth.
Of course, it’s always time for growth, but some days, some months,
it feels more like we are beneath the soil, waiting.
And then comes a new season, a new month, a new day.
And it is time.
Time to turn my face to the sky and reach.
For whatever comes.
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