The Same World, Again

The wind moves through the high pine needles.

The sun hits the wood and smells sweet and warm.

A bluejay drops a feather into the damp moss.

The moss is green and soft like an old blanket.

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A brown trout stays still in the clear water.

It holds its nose against the cold current.

The water runs over smooth, brown earth.

The bubbles catch the light and break on the surface.

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A deer walks through the thick ferns.

Her hooves make no sound on the wet leaves.

She stops to bite the tender tip of a blackberry vine.

The white blossoms shake but do not fall.

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The afternoon turns dark behind the mountain.

The first heavy drops hit the big maple leaves.

The dirt on the ground turns to dark spots.

The woods grow still and wait for the rain.

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Every single summer, the world does this exact same thing.

The ferns uncurl, the berries sweeten, the cold stream runs.

It does not stop, and it does not forget how to be beautiful.

You are here to see it happen one more time.

You made it through the winter, and the green came back for you.