A blade of grass beaded with spring rain. A moment in time; but whose time? Your's, mine, the blade of grass, the beads of rain, the scurrying beetle beneath the grass, the oaks and alder who watch over this spot? We all experience it, but how so differently; this universal now, that has gone forever.

So soon
The bramble
Petals fall

The dandelion
Still holds
On to time.

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