It seems to happen within
moments.
Brown.
Brown.
Brown.
Perpetual deadness
for what seems an
eternity;
then literally
then literally
springing
to life;
not even
before our eyes.
it's just
not there
one minute
and there
the next.
Bright.
Fresh.
Vibrant.
New life
green.
Even in the
grayness
of a rainy day
it is a-light.
Forcing itself
up
through the old,
the decay.
Tender.
Fresh.
For the tiniest
fragment
of time.
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