from each negative we can create, if we choose something positive
i’ve heard the tales told that out beyond my window the world, it still turns
to see a flower blooming where it chose to grow sends a message: hope
two small moons orbit a large planet, or are they two coins and a bowl
hidden in plain sight surprises aren’t, really if we understand
cautiously i wake to face an uncertain world in uncertain times
worries of the day can wait; the sun is rising and i will be there
if you see something stop before you say something ask: what did i see?
rain on the window pane, drops vie for attention with white clouds / blue sky
seeing the outside very rarely lets us know what happens inside
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