Nature's Toes

The silver beams pulsate

As each lisping cloud swims across the sky

And the moon, warmed by the sun

Smiles, as the sticky summer air

Swathes us in time.

The smell of the humid breeze

Fills your eyes with warm earth

And endless star-strewn days.

The rain comes and the ground

Turns its parched mouth to the sky.

Each act lovingly nurturing the next,

We toil in the midst of a mystical, unfathomable, beautiful accident. 

The End

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