A damp place infests the ground

for the denziens within,

the ant, worm, and bee

moving earth from dawn to dusk

with a mighty industry.

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Each blade a tree ,

an inch of soil a plain-

a world of quiet civility,

silent ambitions come to pass

that we will never see.

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The moon, the stars-

our blades of grass,

too vast to understand,

we live in awe of a universe

that says we are grains of sand.

01/02/2005

Posted on 01/03/2005
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