someone dropped a jar . of olives, leaving behind . a strange metaphor
their petals open . with each sunrise, expecting . a beautiful day
when the horizon . darkens while the sun still shines . that is a warning
one drop of water . is the beginning, impact . is the end result
something discarded . can often be positioned . to seem comforting
visibility . when you’re in a thunderstorm . is greatly reduced
a river’s surface . does not reveal the story . of its true power
the water lily . briefly attracts attention . to the algae’s work
it can often seem . there are no other options . than to climb the stairs
every flower . is going to be itself . that is its purpose
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