Some things make sense only when you can't sleep.

I sit by the window and watch snow fall.


       The thirsty fern in the corner needs a drink;

Its brittle leaves browned by blowing heat.


       Where do we go from here? It's our choice;

Life begins fresh with every sunrise.


Failure, and daily amounts of protein, make us grow.

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