On The Forest Floor

A Boston Fern in the woods.

My root system wide as a small

hand crafted floral rug.

Tightly weaved like my

corn row braided hair.

Sing Jesus Christ is my Savior,

My leaves unfurl like a butterfly.

I stretch out of my cocoon.

There are light and dark

green feathers.

Always cleansed by showers of the Holy Spirit.

Mature Boston Ferns resurrect daily with

Hearts of thankfulness.

 

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