Hour 6

The march

The march is over
For a decade plus seven
The wait is over
Grubbing swimming through dirt
Inching toward the sustaining tree.
Slowly scaling the massive trunk.
Waiting under the shadow of leaves
For hard shell and wings to form.

Releasing songs
To start all over
Again.

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