To be given another chance is an unexpected treasure,
A dream recovered is a mistake reversed,
To teach one's greatest talent is a life fulfilled,
Dawn of excellence the voyage traversed,
Every struggle groveling to martyrdom.
A garden of maps the trees encompass,
Stems magnetic, aligned in longitude,
Mountains and rivers carving the petals,
Fragrant valleys leading to the pollen
Where ripened cities upwell the roots.
As they blossom, life comes full circle,
Spring returns, growth retaliates,
Wraps itself over the civilizations
Wasted by a wintry youth,
A long winter, the longest in memory,
New certainties thawing that season of doubt.
Insects fertilize the streets, ambitions erected
From buildings in the budding,
Frozen wishes melted by the sun,
Turning toward that sacred energy
Watching over us like the Maker.
Shadows lift and suddenly it is noon,
The busiest hour, a time to catch up,
Enter in the lost data, navigate the hedges,
Be the one you were destined to be,
When suddenly a funny noise disturbs the peace.
It's a blimp aloft, a child's play thing,
Crashing into the trees, a silly interruption,
Generated by other desires to complete the mission,
Reminding you that their gift is yours to return,
A father to maintain, a teacher to become.
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