Ode to 2020
Little one,
despite everything
or perhaps,
because
of every thing
that happened this year.
You will not only
survive
but thrive!
The seeds you planted this year,
will grow into might oaks
ashtrees,
birches,
rowans,
and linden trees.
Like the bards of old
and the poets
of your home-land said :
Gently growing ,
moist blossom of poetreee
will grow in their own time.
And as
once purified,
of your stuff
Nature's rage
will be unleashed,
on those
ignorant, arrogant
usurpers
that are trying to take LOVE
out of
sLOVEnia.
Despite you not quite
trusting it yet,
little lights,
flickering flames,
will light up
the bonfire hearts
of the the ancestors,
living within us
All over, under and within
the land.
Till then,
keep stirring
that volcano in teacup.
And enjoy
every
conscious
breath.
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