Song among the branches,
In the bramble beneath.
A minnow chorus turns as one,
In unison nips the surface.

Fins weave just above the clouds.
Leaves sparkle with sloughed-off scales.
Swallows draw arabesques beneath the waves,
Feathers settle in the sand.

I sit within the grass and trillium,
Bumblebee crawls out beside me,
We watch the stars dance around us,
We are content and openhearted.

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Sometimes, things just won't work the way we want them to.