Every single blade of lush grass,
And every last leaf falling,
And every flake of dying snow
Are all the contribution
To the wild plum early spring courage.
From something small, like a seed
Of mustard deep in the ground,
To each gigantic star in the night sky--
All are made to be just what they are. . .
And there is no two alike, hence to Infinity.
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