Michaela sleeps--
No spoken words disturb her;
What is she dreaming?
Glorious sunshine
Permeating everything
Especially my mood.
Everything is still:
The leaves, the trees, the shadows;
Until I take note.
The aged thistle
Holding on to its seed pod,
Simply won't let go.
Flashing on the stream--
Lights accompany water--
The sound of sparkling.
Mottled by shadows,
Dead tree trunk lies in the woods,
Caressed by the sun.
Shadows and dead leaves
Lie by the side of the road
Enjoying the sun.
They rush by so fast,
These cars on their way to work;
They don't see the woods.
In the boulder's cracks
New vines sprout, spring and flourish--
As strong as the rock.
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