Beads of dew, or rain, formed tender beads.
Placed just so within your frame, gentle.
The tender layers suspend them there.
Fluffy like floss, colors deepen.
Taking me inward once again.
Just stop and dive into the lightness.
Wonder at th shape and shading
Nature holds within your folds.
Gently inviting, playfully nodding.
Come and sit in wonder and praise.
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