as each day begins . the morning glories stand watch . observing the world
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
a small barrier . without an explanation . is often enough
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
a peaceful surface . is easily disrupted . by tiny ripples
for today’s forecast . we cannot look to the east . where the sun rises
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