Seeds planted in early morning soil, hoping for good weather and abundant harvest shared throughout humanity
As days grow long, truth’s perspectives flicker in the brightness of many days, bow to the setting of the sun, breathe softly in moonrise and star shine ~ resting in the darkness of a moonless night.
Essential goodness grows in the cool dark
reaches up to the moisture of cloudy skies
strengthens in the snow-covered mountains and plains
grows dormant and waits for morning.
“There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness and truth.”
~ Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
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