lost but found

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Oh Lord this day why am I here?

In words full of contentment

I plead to you this day

 gave me hope on this lonely way

to have faith to believe

what my eyes cannot see

What a surprise, my eyes behold

Oh Lord 

you are so full 

of beauty and grace

 Arise you, dry your wet eyes

And behold

He stretches his hand

deep into your soul

Come ye my servant

and sweetly repose

 by Phoebe C.

My Fern

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As I studied my Fern plant

I’ve concluded that

A great life is not always benefited

By the survival of the fittest

What an interesting plant

That teaches us life lessons

Of how to live & grow

Inspite of our differences and intellectual flow

The Fern is made up of many different varieties

Yet they perfectly cohabit together, all in one place

In fact, all they need besides personal care

Is organically rich soil in order to conserve its beauty

And to produce its fair share

Like all living creatures, special care is necessary

Depending upon that unique variety

And its will to grow

But the need to dominate

Is just tearing us apart

Creating an environment

Unfit to soon be called earth

Getting back to the source

Is perhaps what we all need

We have gone way too far

Trying to feed that desire called greed