Yellow pollen paved pond, fractal patterns painted by the morning breeze. Ferns fighting through fallen leaves to freedom. Morning birdsong on the bank of the babbling brook. The ivory white of winter kill lays beside a fallen oak. What was once now stares with hollow eyes, at a world it left behind.
Late night reading, muse wakes up weird.
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