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Pale Blue String
by Dianna Brod-Bentley
05.22.91
She said: Please come and
see the world. And with
one string so pale and
blue I hurried out
Into the grass I
tromped until I sat
down by a tree. The
wind blew as shadows
changed. Light then dark then
light again. Into
the grass I peered. Ants
and leaves and twigs and
grass continued on
without a care as
I observed and watched.
And with the sunshine
in my eyes and the
sweet songs of birds I
realized a small
but beautiful thing.
Nature continues
no matter what. If
people go or come
or watch. Nature lives
while people die. And
I stopped and I smiled
at my pale blue string.
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