the limb might break!
What will I do if I make a mistake?
I’ll fall to earth, crushing my bones
and lie on the ground till I turn into loam.
But is that so bad, if dust I become?
It’s the foundation from which all things come.
It’s strong and secure, absorbs snow and rain,
creates a new template that nurtures, sustains,
gives birth to new life so energy fows
through the narrowest stem to a fresh blooming rose!
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