Beneath the smurr, an atmospheric presence,
Speaking in susurrus whispers, secrets commence.
Strewn like motes, those tiny specks,
Dancing in the fading light, an enchanting spec.
Marcescent leaves in the silent night,
Persisting in their grip, a resilient sight.
Even after withering, they remain,
The susurrus of winds through wild terrain.
Then again at zenith’s peak, I glance,
To witness the Murmuration’s dance.
Like motes alight, akin to stars last night,
Little things in time and space, moments so bright.
The fleeting yet significant, grand complexity,
Echoes of laughter, zest for life’s legacy.
In ruderal realms where life persists,
Vibrant and joyful, despite challenging twists.
Youth’s spirit yearns to extinguish strife,
Nature’s tenacity, a resilient life.
Strength and persistence, intertwined,
In the grandness of existence, leave them not behind.

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