Time to stop for nature's miracles
without cellphone delays.
When many of us require an audience,
the poppy never requests applause.
It needs to rise from the earth,
to shine with each morning's dew.
Reciprocate with a scent of awakening,
to flare magenta into a twirl.
Soon majesty of the moment will
attract a bee to nuzzle the future.
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