
whether blooms or seeds
everything has its mode
beauty and purpose

whether blooms or seeds
everything has its mode
beauty and purpose
a brisk morning walk
every bird exclaiming
what a joyous day

being who you are
doing good for goodness sake
expecting no prize
rising sea of green
grasses overtaking flowers
drowning the colors
first day of June
same as the last day of May
raining and misting