Grace
the willow strands
almost touched the water
where turtles swim
with fish
each path is dotted
with teeny tiny pastel flowers
the trees are teeming with leaves
as the squirrels scurry to the top
to nest
like birds
that sing their song
not to be heard
but felt
the old man with his cane
is slow
but steady
beneath a canopy
of pale pink blossoms
that fall into the stream
full from drops
warmed by the sun
the ladybugs crawl ruby red
against the concrete
but lift their wings
when they want to fly
maybe not as graceful as a butterfly
or as fast as a hummingbird
or as persistent as a gnat
but they breeze
through the air
and land
like a blink
for the tiny to see
like fireflies
in the dark
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