A day


It was as if a petal had simply released itself from the bloom,

And fluttered away.


on a stick, from a tree, now dead,

The resurrection ferns sprang to life after the rain,

Revealing bright green hope.


And the mountain of a gal took a nap under a cat,

And wondered if mountains ever felt so exhausted from all the beauty they hold.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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