if you asked the wood it would likely say to you i’ve always been free
we are the flower behind a broken wire fence that we can escape
in an open field it’s easy to lose the one among the many
a drop of water can bend the light; imagine what is possible
we could try for days but never match what nature does in a minute
on the horizon there appears to be a threat we could ignore it
we huddle closer as the thunderstorm rumbles then release, relieved
in the pouring rain the city stops to listen until it passes
without a worry the purring cat is content asleep on my lap
time bends in small ways as if we each have our own event horizon
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