in our reflection we see what is here todaynot our memories
the fog slowly liftsand landmarks come into viewwe adjust our course
we create our worldsand sometimes, if we’re luckyget to live in them
thousands of blossomsare impressive because ofeach one by itself
each drop of waterbegan today not knowingof the waterfall
there is a momentwhen the flowers first openwhen the world feels new
the calmest watersare shallow lakes, unableto kick up a fuss
we take for grantedthat which makes life possibleuntil we need it
pruning the branches changes the shape of the tree not the tree itself
the plant we’d step on last week, is now the subject in a photograph
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