At first it was enough that the tree was there
That something generous and wholly undemanding had appeared
An opening for wonderment in a beleaguered space
It was enough by itself — adding more too soon
Would have tipped it in the wrong direction
Trust had to bloom with it first
And then, primed and steady, they started to receive
From the working draft of book two in the Amie series: The POWER of Amie Martine.