Mission

You have a mission of green

on a thirsty planet.

Your task is the grace

of a fallen raindrop,

a plum bud opening in snow,

a towhee at dawn

grubbing through moss

for scattered stars. 

In late Winter,
be first among fragrances.

Disdain the cynic.

Release a gleam of April

from your loam bulb.

Don't waste time

becoming anyone

but a Lover.

Breathe peace.

Do beauty with your hands.

Hope with your eyes,

giving a portion

of your light to strangers.

Insist on no other moment

but this one.

Simple words, my friend,

but they were born of many tears.

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