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Old Fence New Flowers
by
Dena Larson
The tall trees each branching in many directions towered high above my head. The calm waters of a mountain spring trickled almost to a rhythmic beat all conducted by Mother Nature herself. I see an old fence; it lines the bend of an old field, full of new flowers. The fence and land inside it have seen many fields of flowers and will see many more to come, and these flowers are protected by the fence and the endurance of the earth which enrich their roots and saturate the water which allows them to grow. Life has many fences and many new flowers, we all have been a new flower at one time, and most will be a fence at another. We must learn to depend on the ground which houses us and the fences that were built long before our time. For they protect us and nourish us and want to see us in full bloom.
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