It seeps through the clouds
Showering the Earth with sunshine
And scattered thunderstorms
It shows in the strength of a mother
In the fearless love of her children
Like a bonfire’s warmth
It grows despite lain concrete
Cracking surfaces to bloom
Like going against flawed norms
It flourishes in hearts built on foundations
Of unconditional concern for all
From largest whale to smallest worm
It is found when sought without judgement
And an abundance of curiosity
Like a pure intended reform
Despite all that I have come to understand
About what it makes me feel
I cannot name it
SWD 06/2018
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nice…
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No name can hold its magnificence–beautifully described in your poem.
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