In contemplating petals of a rose

a softness comes to mind, a seventh sense

such feelings lost with childish innocence

as growing older deems to interpose.

Now rain has rinsed the dusty leaves to green

and eucalyptus permeates the air

the concrete and the castles I forswear

as nature offers up a new demesne.

The orb at dawn a symbol of rebirth

a beaming smile displaces shadowed night

as silver webs reflect the early light

and birds announce another day on Earth.

A field of opal flowers born this day

a million bees defying gravity

a masterpiece in its own gallery

I laugh like a demented castaway.

The white moths hover waiting for a sign

renouncing adulthood I roll in grass

ignoring modern times that soon will pass

I smile at clear blue sky – this day is mine.

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