From the fertile earth comes new growth

Nature once again fulfills her oath

To replenish the barren land in the Spring

But we must wait to reap what she is sowing

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Long before there are berries to eat

Bountiful, plump, juicy, and sweet

There is nothing but a patch of green leaves

For the fruit, you must wait for a late summer’s eve

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Compared to the blooming dogwood and cherry

The green leaves seem so plain and ordinary

Late to blossom, late to bloom

I assure you, it will happen soon

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On the forest floor grows the huckleberry

Wild and free, how extraordinary

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-Nick Whaley