Cedar Green

I am truly, truly fallen

A seed that fell into being

Onto my allotted fate

Alas, into weeds and thorns

What a life and tangle

Being so lost – I don’t belong

Must grow like cedars on the lawn

Upright, gracious and magnificent

So that I will always be found

In the depths of my garden.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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