The plant

poem by Ruth Salles

blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins

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It's winter. The nature
seems to sleep silently,
but it moves swiftly,
busy working.

And when the cold ends,
spring is coming,
sprouts break from the earth,
the entire meadow lining.

And they unfold into little leaves,
roots go down,
go quickly, quickly,
of the earth feeding.

The stem rises into the air,
in branches splitting,
the leaves swaying…
What miracle happens?

The plant is colored,
It's not just green in color.
It has more beauty and more life,
for in it the flower appeared.

And, inside the flower so beautiful,
there was a greater miracle.
What miracle is this yet?
The fruit was born from the flower!

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