I saw the sun filtered through
delicate green webbing of veins
ringlet circle whorls golden grain
blue peeking like children
whose giggles were berry
sweets soon-to-be
hanging just within reach
I am teaming with self
tendrils of me rise in curls
it is a meadow resounding
this place with no trees
vast is the plain the veldt
rolling ever outward
Grasses for years
dirt to kick about
I have no to-be
left to climb
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