Because I feel useless. Like there is nothing to do but look around. And I see a nice looking flower with mud beneath it, but it can still glow. Another doing well because it is fertilized, and getting what it needs to thrive. One weak outcast experienced a comeback from being diminished to a few stems to now almost impenetrable. Brilliant color without a blossom, usually very long and thin, this year shorter and solid, a mass of unity. Against the very dark dwelling, white is a stark contrast, but it doesn't look cheerful, uplifting, joyous, inviting. But a short distance behind it hidden from view, is brightness, resilience, tenacity, and a whole lot of mud.
Wow. I'm in a mood aren't I?
The heavy rain pulls you down, but your limb doesn't break.
And when you are filled and ready to overflow,
poke a few holes and release the weight.
It ain't over yet, more to come.
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