Abandoned,
no means for growth,
a tiny seed lay,
buried,
two thousand years
before the heavens cracked open
and showered down upon the earth.
Shell parted;
vine crept;
soon rooted in sand,
nourished, and cared for,
bare branches reached out
in all unexpected directions.
With such an awaited birth,
the desert turned
downside up,
and added to creation
a gift of shaded comfort.
Giving replaced neglect,
and with arms wide open
the tree smiled.
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