on a well-worn path . there’s always a reminder . someone else was here
when the path becomes . challenging, there is a chance . a bridge is nearby
growth cannot happen . if the seeds fall from the tree . before they’re ready
nature finds a way . and doesn’t give much credence . to the laws of man
a common flower . is still just as beautiful . as the exotics
in the summer heat . the sumac begins to dress . for cooler weather
allowed to be true . to its nature, the tall grass . waves gently, hello
the delicate dance . between the flower and bee . keeps the world turning
as summer begins . to wane, tired sunflowers still . try to do their best
flowers suspended . between the sky and the ground . we see the basket
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