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All is as it is meant to be

A mountain sits in the mist


It is strong


It's serenity is unchanged


It's joy is plain to see

A tree stands alone

Stark against the swirling tendrils

True structure laid bare

Jagged against the soft light

All is as it is meant to be

Fe Robinson, 2012

I found this poem a short while ago, and it spoke to me of winter and of misty mornings, and of the sense that what is seen is not all that there is to see, there is always more.


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