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today I walk in fields grown over
tiny grasshoppers fleeing before me
trying to tread softly, earnestly...
over fallen limbs
fungus clinging to the wet bark
peepers singing in the background
deep within the brush
almost too tiny to be seen
...and there it was
a small brook
just a trickle of a thing
sprouting green all around it
sending out hope
life
eternity in a drop of water