Nature (Page 2)

A garden of purple, pink, and white sweet pea flowers beside a trellis, with a single red rose blooming among them.

The beauty of a rose,
wrapped tight within the vines,
upon my trellis waiting,
just waiting for her time.

Bursting open, petals stretch
unto the light of day.
Exploding colors all around,
for Spring has come to stay.

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Sunlight illuminates the well-worn hands of an older man wearing a tan sweater. In his hands, he holds a young, green plant nestled in soil. Fertile ground, with young plants, is seen in the background.

Of what more worth are we than dirt,
with vain ambitions nigh?
Crawling up on spindly legs,
to gaze upon the sky.

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Paper cut-outs of people's arms and the Earth. Each of the pieces is wrinkled, and the arms overlap each other. The arms are cut from many different colors of paper, which is reflective of the diversity of the human race. The Earth is cut from blue and green papers. All of the hands are pointed inward, toward the Earth.

Life is serenely complicated.
Some people try to stand out,
and by doing so hope to fit in
with others who do the same.
Me, I never wanted to stand out,
to be different, but I am.
I guess we all are, in our own way,
different that is.

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Silhouettes of an electrical pole and lines with flying birds and maple leaves blown through the air, set against an orange sunset.

Dodging, darting they separate,
in playful colors beneath the sun.
Paths cross as they converge,
again becoming one.

It’s a short-lived reunion,
as their ways part once again.
United in divergence,
like leaves blown in the wind.

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A seagull flies in a cloud-covered sky.

A single droplet from the cloud,
reflecting glories all around,
begins its journey to the ground.

Silhouettes that dance with light,
are first on bottom then the side.
Two eyes pass, they open wide,
accepting all as dreams take flight.

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A macro image of a green grasshopper, with golden-brown legs, clinging to blades of grass in a field.

I am a dog lying in the doorway, a casual observer of clouds, filled with excitement, I run, spin, fall, arise, and do it again. I am an explorer of worlds, paddling down a stream. seeing old places as though new. filled with life and thought.

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