NaPoWriMo (# 22): A little hope, a little miracle..

The parched poor earth,
Looks heavenwards..
In want of the elixir of life,
A reason to thrive..
Grape vine and little tendril,
Throw caution to all peril..
Clings and up it rides,
Knowing, be not cast aside
The raging winds hoot,
threatening to uproot.
The little shoot bends to save,
to prosper , it craves..
A little prayer..
 The fire-spitting sun seethes
But out a little blade peeps
Tentatively smiles
Fights and survives..
A little miracle!
And all that is needed,
To tackle every battle
Is a little hope,
A little faith,
A little prayer
And little miracle!

NaPoWriMo (# 16): The nest

Each twig , each twine
knocked down by the swinging pine..
Labor of love lost, destroyed.
Needed was no more the nest..
Away flew the fledglings,
On a brand new quest.
Only a moment to rue…
And away the brave bird flew..
To gather a new twig , a new twine..
 A new nest for her new bloodline.

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