Nature will do her best to never fail us. She will shine in her own way, in her own season, in her own time. Grateful.
And a poem that just came to me. It seems fitting. By Donna Ashworth.
UNSTOPPABLE
Unstoppable they called her
but I saw her stop
I saw her stop many times
sometimes I thought she had
stopped for good
but no
she always found a way
to rise again
to resurrect
not the same, never the same
unstoppable they said
but I think it was in the stopping
that she found her power
– Donna Ashworth






