I walked over to my desk and found a poem left there - a haiku, written by a friend and her daughter visiting the Garden. It felt like a little piece of grace falling with the raindrops.
'Wild raindrops fall
Ripples disrupt the surface
Leaf lady still sleeps'
In the midst of summer energy and growth, a moment of quiet beauty.
I can't pick up raindrops, so I let the poem-paper absorb some of them and will keep it with my natural objects.
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| Leaf lady still sleeps |
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