
On the lichen covered rock it waits
Waits to be tossed by the wind
become once again part of the soft soil
Carried away by an ant
Winter anthill shelter building lock
become once again part of the soft soil.
But, be careful where you place it, ha de Gött!
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I’ll be careful!
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I like how everything in nature finds a purpose —
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