“Regeneration”

Like the unfolding of a baby fern, a slow dance of expansion into the great and big natural world.

In motion like your children’s bones as they grow. Catching your heart some mornings when they wake blurry eyed and dewy. You notice they’ve subtly transformed overnight.

Ripples from a stone tossed into water with a plunk and then silence. The rings exponentially regenerating into infinity.

— Thea Finnel