Grow

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Grow

The first minute of a new day

brought the sounds of rain falling softly outside my window

It was a comforting sound, steady and slow.

It signified cleansing;

washing away the soot and grime, tensions and troubles

accumulated throughout the summer

in the street gutters and sidewalk crevices

of our hearts and minds.

It nurtured growth.

Nature’s growth

A soul’s growth.

It brings the promise of a bright smile

to warm the flowers of a human heart.

Grow is a poem by Bradford Greer. Greer is a dedicated Options writer, editor, and member of the magazine's board of directors. See more of Greer's work on his Options author's page.