Why do we feel so small
when we are
a part of it all?
Red cardinal taking seed
from that generous bird feed
While furry black paws
slide on granular wooden flooring
and the buzz of that wild bee
sipping sweet nectar from
our flowering lavender lilac tree
All a part of one 'grander scheme'
making what appears different
seem so separate
Once we see ourselves in everything
stories are really stories
Movement in action constantly turning
like the growing ground beneath baby feet
Patterns recreating
One pulsing masterpiece
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