Once a young seed Storm after storm raged on Winds howled Sun Beat down Trampled under hoof Nests made and hollowed out Used up for all I’m worth I’m weathered and beaten My age has shown.
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Dimly Reflecting
Even as we can’t see clearly We stare at a dim reflection With Wonderment and Awe How far we have come Oh yes, battered and beaten Yet, how far we have come.
Ryan Bowser 