as the garden sleeps one non-conformist awakes to make a last stand
the changing seasons are a constant; also the only change we get
it’s a path well worn where we get lost in our thoughts not seeing what’s here
what we see today is not an old yesterday it is something new
a tiny flicker won’t cast much light, but can be seen a great distance
the blue sky dances across the black lake surface catch me if you can
we all have a space dedicated for growing even if we’re lost
given enough time nature will always reveal the absolute truth
there are messages that carry secret meanings hidden in plain sight
whether slow or quick change is easier to face when you’re not alone
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