This new summer day
Flooded with sunshine and warmth;
Asking me to come.
Green translucent leaves
Shimmer in the morning light;
Plants are all growing.
Plants invade darkness
Creeping up on the shadows;
They have no borders.
From chicory bloom
Another plant is springing
With no sound at all.
Stream water is still;
Just the shadows move on it.
(They're always restless.)
Empty trampoline
Sits on top of a shadow.
Nothing is bouncing.
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