[An acorn,]
By audrina
An acorn, so fragile, sits in an enchanted world of raw nature. Imagination flows aimlessly about this garden paradise. I am still a mere child, a product of love and hate. I believe in unicorns and dragons, I have no need for mechanics and practicality. Wandering amid the flowers, I search for the mystical gates, seeking fullfillment, and fate. Bending down to bask in their vibrance, to join the bees in their flight. I FEEL MY POTENTIAL!!!! The earth, the sun, and the rain join hands to surround me with hope. I do not hesitate, for my youth knows nothing of our culture, and its lack of charm. As the garden grows, so do I, never missing a day. I walk, and play, seeing my entire past as yesterday. Each morning a new beginning, each day a new lesson. I experience tears of joy, tears of pain, I laugh, I smile, as I discover myself, as I discover this garden paradise. Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 06:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"An acorn,..."