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Ted Peterson, Forever Crystal

(Inspired by the changing of the seasons and the natural wonder associated with it.)

Loftily the grasses sway:
Held in mud, they'll never stray.
Drifting like the censored thoughts
I hold on to in this day.
Hexagonal webs of crystal fall;
Consistently original, uniformly small,
Losing their identities in the masses--
The idividual never existed at all.
With birth of young comes flight of old;
The botanic blooming, the Marigold;
The first few steps of a small child;
These the moments to which we'll hold.
O, cycle of death, and cycle of life
A time to fight the unending strife.          [M.K. Cook]