there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
to approach something from a different angle is to see it new
i greet the sunrise halfway through my first coffee the nights are shorter
under one layer is another; and again repeating through time
nature can force us to take a break and step back while it refreshes
we ignore the cracks in the out-of-mind places ‘til something grows there
the daily challenge is to figure out which things are worth the struggle
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
a fresh idea doesn’t come from the same well as stale ideas
change happens slowly in memory, but really it’s in an instant
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