there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
i greet the sunrise halfway through my first coffee the nights are shorter
nature can force us to take a break and step back while it refreshes
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
the flower worries not; the sun will always shine eventually
never trust someone selling a star shaped flower as if it’s a star
two vines, intertwined the squash, the morning glory sharing the same fence
when we see something in passing; in error we think we understand
upon reflection the picture’s a bit hazy if it did happen
the greatest power is in the imagining of what we don’t know
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