(100 word challenge)
Rows apart,
hearts grow closer.
Friendship sprouts beneath a new dawn.
All a sign of spring.
A harsh winter ended.
Death chilled the earth, the harvest long ago.
Soil tilled, gently unexpected but welcome,
new life has arrived.
What will grow is unknown.
It is new and undiscovered.
Between us the breeze whispers softly.
Can you not see and hear?
Yes, the weeds will come.
Have faith! The Gardener will pluck them!
Let the soil not be packed with expectation!
Loose the need to control what Nature sows.
Rows apart friendship grows from the seed.
This is all we need.
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