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Master Piece

Why do we feel so small

when we are

a part of it all?

Red cardinal taking seed

from that generous bird feed

While furry black paws

slide on granular wooden flooring

and the buzz of that wild bee

sipping sweet nectar from

our flowering lavender lilac tree

All a part of one 'grander scheme'

making what appears different

seem so separate

Once we see ourselves in everything

stories are really stories

Movement in action constantly turning

like the growing ground beneath baby feet

Patterns recreating

One pulsing masterpiece

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