The sun is out strong, after a short bout of storm which carries more wind than rain. This is how life can sometimes be. In the calm after, it is wise to say your blessing, having survived where others have fallen. I am no tall, tough tree, but I am blessed to have four walls around me. But where these four walls have gifted me comfort, they have taken away from me the fight; a fragile figure in the history of nature, surely. These lines I carve out on this page are nothing compared to the depth and meaning those trees carry in their bark. They have suffered, day in and day out, the burn of sun, the torrent of rain and the whip of winds.
Untested is this field of mind, hence unproven. Where fruits bloom, the ground is fertile. And I have yet to taste them.
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