Only a few short stumps remained.
It would never bloom again.
How like my own life,
Cut down by illness,
my dreams never to be realized.
I despaired of living a life alone,
unable to do much,
merely existing.
Slowly, like green leaves appearing,
hope began to push forth.
Growing in a different pattern
a new life gradually took shape
full of teaching, writing, and studying,
Til, to my amazement,
my life flourished,
thick and green,
with promises fulfilled.
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