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Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower

 

Am I brave?



The plain is a dreary trudge


Of rocks to dodge and people to step aside for


 

I see the mountain


My destination


Why did I choose this path?


I was asked


Felt the call


Climb the mountain


There you will see


Am I brave?


No


Worried about stubbing my toe on a rock


Worried about spraining my ankle


But the Mountain


It makes my heart sing


Give me a task
 

That is rare


And I will succeed


Give me a task that is long


And I will devote


But whilst on the plain


If my attention wanders


And I stub my toes


Know


I will be climbing that mountain


And I will succeed


Am I brave?


In the strangest ways


Am I teary


Yes


If I sprinkle seeds


The path will be lovely for others


If I move rocks


It will be smooth


Here 
Now


This is the mountain


Who will walk by my side ?


The Mountain will show me


The long trail of flowers


Colour blossoming on the land


A line of gold or opal in living colour


That grows and grows again


The mountain watches over me always


Yet the Sun touches all


On path or up mountain

The Sun 


Whose home is that ?
 

By

Anna

A Citrine Flower

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