
I see the way you care for everyone else,
More than yourself.
Picking up every broken piece of glass
Because you know that if you don’t
Who will?
I see the way you love,
Not just through words
I hold the photos
of memories of the forgotten.
I sit, on an old shelf
For people to admire
I sit all day and night.
No other purpose in the world.
The people smile. But not at me.
The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku
Comments
This is incredible, I've been keeping my eyes on the trees for days now but have only seen the most minimal color transitioning! Wherever this is, it must be one of the first ones around you to turn -- I think you're lucky to have come upon it!
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