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There are times when mistakes seem so obvious, yet such epiphanies sometime arrive too late to rectify.
To notice Nature
Is to know the tulip's heart asks for little
Its petals upon sundown
Folding shield upon shield
Also of patience
Remains willing to allow
Understands clouds of coolant
Nature's roiling emotion
Occasionally needs to vent
On the other hand
Know less of endurance
Too occupied with the now
Ignorant of perfection's infinite plan
Like a child's first steps
We wobble through life's forward movement
Paying little attention to personal shields and clouds
Unaware we're but habits of illusion
Wobbling still further
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|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|Beautiful imagery in this, a read this as the blinders that either harm us or keep us safe. Possible both.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|I seem to resemble this picture you have drawn, Odin. At least I was that person for the larger portion of my existence above ground here on earth. Have I come to understand what needs to be in the case of endurance? I think so. An no, not too late, but just in time. Nice work|