When the day arrives
The branch will break,
But not fall.
When the day arrives,
Bounded Roots,
Will breathe again.
When the day arrives,
Watch me walk
Radiating compassion.
When the day arrives,
Thunderous rain will fall,
Announcing my advent.
When the day arrives,
Hydrangeas will edge the way,
I paved and nurtured.
To be walked on with a hint of pride.

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