Beneath the smurr, an atmospheric presence.
Speaking in susurrus whispers, secrets commence.
Strewn like motes, those tiny specks.
Dancing in the fading light, enchanting fleks.
Marcescent leaves in the silent night,
persisting in their grip are 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 at night.
Little things in time and space, moments bright.
The fleeting yet significant, grand complexity.
Echoes of laughter are a 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 is found in a resilient life.
Strength and persistence, intertwined,
in the grandness of existence, leave them not behind.

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