there will be a time . after the rainstorm passes . when the sky is calm
as each day begins . the morning glories stand watch . observing the world
lily pads hover . covering what is unseen . under the surface
the one in the light . being equal to the rest . is the one noticed
sometimes the flower . is the path to something more . not the end result
moving from flower . to flower, the bee carries . the secret to life
small ripples betray . the serenity portrayed . by the lake’s surface
it wasn’t weakness . the tree wore down over time . the branch had to break
knowing they can fly . pigeons spend most of the day . standing on the ground
hiding in the shade . a simple flower reveals . its complexity
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