Was it yesterday
That the grass was guillotined?
Today--renaissance!
Green light flows freely
And then it shifts to dimness
In flash of a thought.
Robin's back again
Answered by a fainter peep.
Protecting his young.
Field of buttercups
Each one shedding its own light
In the morning sun.
Beyond the swift stream
A jungle of greenery
Hidden in plain sight.
At top of the tree
Yellow oriole is perched--
Its own pedestal.
A furry statue
Stands by the side of the road.
Poof! And then it's gone.
Beginning or end?
These flowers don't five a clue.
(They do not need to.)
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