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Opportunity – Between a Tree and a Hard Place

Forging through concrete
Unaware of autumn sleep
Green against all odds

I found this little tree, green and thriving, in a crack on the back stoop this morning. I said to it “Little Tree… It is autumn, your grandfathers are asleep. The leaves have fallen crunchy and brown. But here you stand in concrete, green against the odds.” And Little Tree waved gently, whispering… “What odds? I found my way on the wind and sprouted through the hardest ground. I grow here because of opportunity. The world is at odds, I am at peace.”

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