Light without sunlight;
Flowers moving silently;
A fly buzzes past.
Greens merge with green;
All wave in the late Spring breeze;
A bird seems to fall.
My small pot flowers;
Daisies, clover on my lawn;
All without my help.
Small bird on a wire;
Single note in the gray sky,
Without any sound.
Yellow gathering
Shoots light into the gray day
As if by design.
A single daisy
Peeks from under the green leaves
To stake its own claim.
Dead ferns and daisies
Share a common patch of land.
(No philosophy).
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