I saw a frog today;
So small it might
Have been a beetle,
Hidden away from
Our sky-borne gaze.
Such things seem
Mere footnotes,
Yet whisper a story;
As large as the world,
Defying the egos
Of monuments and men.
Earth is vital and alive;
We are given a choice
To betray or guard;
The closed fist
Or open hand.
Perhaps these memories
So fleeting yet eternal
Are tomorrow’s seeds
That open the book
Of everything.
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