My hair grows, steadily,
As one season goes after the other,
And the flowers start to bloom.
Is the beginning of the Spring.
I watch as the sound that comes
Seems to fill me up with joy,
The passage of time is a beauty within itself.
One set of complex systems we are.
All the dirt around us fertilizing,
All the mirrors memorizing
A second that lives forever.
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