Near my own driveway,
A jungle of green ferns grow,
Billowing outward.
Afternoon shadows;
The whisper of a warm breeze;
I breathe in the calm.
In Laura's backyard,
Thousands of white flowers bloom;
In front, there's purple.
Flashing through the air,
White seed puffs ride on the breeze--
Gossamer hitch hike.
Rising through sunlight
Dove lands on a low tree branch,
Becomes silhouette.
Sun starts descending;
Leaves are illuminated;
Forest takes a breath.
Mysterious path
Lights up at the end of day,
To guide the fairies.
As the sun goes down
Mosquitoes begin their hum--
First creatures of night.
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