Shh.
Silence.
Somethings don’t require explaining.
The sea wave’s crest foaming into splashing white.
The green velvety foliage of light under the trees’ spotted shadow.
The tender germ,
All about to explode,
Life swollen into dunk root.
The bristle legs pushing,
Squirming and wiggling,
Blue sparkling jewel underground.
The wooly clouds prancing a lace of green mucous under rain.
Not everything is to be explained.
Shh
Silence.
All what one posses is alive.
Let it be still and time or space you won’t share.
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