imagine dewdrops
absolute stillness despite
maddened morning winds
red pink and gentle
open to the dawn and sweet
spring sunlight, flights of
eager lepidopterids
savoring crisp life
young tendrils rise proud
outgrowing their jealous roots
upward striving, strong
arrogance and grace
rebel against passion and
ev'ry gravity
pleasant breezes brush
inexorable, the crown
now high above an
empty field of long growing
streams and blossoms in shadows
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