Sunday 4 BELEAF

Today is not an AtoZ day...it's Sunday.
Sunday is day 23 in the Progressive Poem over at
Let's see how our poem is coming along!  Last I knew we were on a ship, weighing anchor and sailing away!

Here is an "EXTRA" vanity plate and poem today.  Though it is not an A to Z Challenge day, it is still National Poetry Month. I'm doing a poem a day for April, and there are seven more days to go!

The acorn
falls Planted in places

Of rocks and rain But Sunlight
Is warming And that which was asleep
Inside begins to surge With life that 

Knows no other thing than To grow - Born To weather 

storms It knows no other direction Than up; It knows no other 

protection For withstanding the cold Times of life Than to 

follow the Sun To life in the Light. It knows no other option 

As the winds snap The tenuous, dying twigs -

       Those useless and dried, than to Hold onto

 those leaves And supple branches That bend 

and sway  Back            to  straight              And growing; 

    It has             no other 

    mission     Than to

continue 

tossing 

more 

acorns 

to the 

ground 

To the 

field, To 

Life and 

to then Stand 

to face Another storm

                             With    well-grounded         and      faithful     roots.                               

            by

                    Donna

          JT

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