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Holding Ground
The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
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Manipulated Chances
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
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Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it. -
Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
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Copper Wires Entwining
I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it -
Questions, More, Or Less.
Equations stretch across a gridded page,
Looking like a jumble of lines and curves,
But they answer questions,
That have been wondered for ages,
And they solve the riddles of our world,
Loves
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Nature's Little Miracles
Nature's little miracles
The sky
The sea
The sun
The grass
Nature's little miracles
The birds that sing high in the air
To the fish that lurk below
The whales that sing their special song
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“The Girl Who Was a Star”
Have you heard of the girl who went wild?
She saw the moon and began to run:
Just to Jump the stream
Then the mountain
And Into the stars.
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The Wall
There's a wall in front of me.
Too tall to climb.
No room to crawl under.
Too long to go around.
All I have is a plastic spoon.
So I chip away at the wall.
I've been chipping away for years.
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