given half a chance and a small crack in a wall and beauty can win
in the mess of things patterns begin to emerge and then they vanish
whatever we do we will end up following the laws of nature
neither the bee nor the flower ever wonder what it’s all about
the bee probably doesn’t notice the beauty the flower is work
distant thunder breaks the morning open; as dawn quietly appears
to look at something with a curious eye, builds our understanding
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