it wasn't perfect, but it was damn close
it's the ordinary, that is so special
the mundane, so beautiful
we plant a seedling into the soil
and water it from rain that falls from the sky
the sun energizes it
when after a few days a flower blooms
we think what a great thing we have done
if we are lucky, We are observers.
thoughts come to us from where we don't know
the ideas are not ours, not even the words
what we think some other has planted
if you have a choice
be careful of your gardener
if We are lucky, we are observers
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