Ever was the quest
Explore, discover, conquer
Claim it for the crown
But conquest exacts
This dear price — exploration,
Exploitation blur
Possession, not love,
Never yields a true victor
But spoils aplenty
To quest, not conquest
Let us discover anew
— With understanding
Dirt, seed, sprinklers’ arcs
Barefoot in the final warmth
Of early autumn
Morning ritual
Nightly chore — 10 toes tingling
Re-arranging arcs
Water, watch, and wait
Trinity of nature’s faith
No choice but to hope
Green shoots push up dirt,
Push back death, each tiny blade
Its own miracle
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