Cracked cement turns to green grass
beneath my sneakered feet.
Ideas turn to plans turn to actions as I move from
avenues to silent streets.
Lovely flowers turn to shrubs turn to towering trees
Uncertainty turns to certainty
Changes within me.
Harsh winter takes my sweet summer and turns her to simple Spring to Autumn
When my cracked concrete is covered with fragile leaves
and my greenest grass has faded grey
My sneakers turn to boots
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