blue sky covers the sky dome
above our heads naturally
green leaves on blue highlighted
limbs hidden from our view,
little people lay on the grass
looking for four leaves of clover
not so easy seen or captured,
wonderous eyes look outward
towards the heavens for the
answers not underneath them,
rows of neurons fire simultaneously
propelling thought outward
and into the world of imagination,
fanciful dreams, limited only
by the input of creativity...
between the ground and sky
lies the minds of children
whose ideas are like the
gravitational waves that tend
to stalk our universe once
set into eternal motion...
a cloudless sky finds its center
hanging over as if hung over
wishing and wondering why it
had never been called earlier.
October 4, 2026
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