Pine needle


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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  1. I like how everything in nature finds a purpose —

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