A flame of hope,
a bucket of matchwood
To my surprise,
A deviation
A new curiosity,
responsibility,
Life I can hold in my hand
Delicate now but hopefully,
I'll have a routine
A tiny structure dependent on me,
I have to watch attentively
Plans held down by a few strands of root,
But carefully they will substantiate,
For now though, I'll have to wait
Explanation:The sagebrush specimen I brought from Idaho has rooted!
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