She seems so small.
How will she cover the sun on Sunday? Yet, there she waits, in the
eastern sky, where the sun is already reaching.
The morning’s blush, the kiss,
the touch awaiting the eclipsed embrace and dance. She seems so small.
And yet, does not one tiny drop of rain cause ripples
greater than the size of the drop? Nature’s reminder, the beauty of Life’s
tapestry and dance requires different eyes.
Eyes that see without comparison.
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