Among the shades of green
White pines tower and Aspens quake.
Beneath, fire weed portrays vibrancy
And succulent reds scream through bursting berries.
Further above,
The purest of white
In the clouds that appear to be chasing each other
to a place unknown.
Step by step walking among it all
I notice she doesn't paint a perfect picture.
No, Mother paints imperfections,
The pine boughs missing needles
The oddly shaped berry
And that one cloud appearing to be standing still while the others race by.
The sum of which is perfectly balanced, beautiful and right.
And so it is in this lesson
I find myself asking
What's this moments imperfect perfection?
EAP
July, 2105
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