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Sometimes on Discovery TV, 
there's time-lapse to teach and dazzle us.
We might see that naked jay (before he's turned to blue)
in just mere moments transforming!
He masquerades in feathers and quickly grows. 
Maybe we will witness the feeble endeavors
which finally propel him into flight; 
as the camera follows him, he goes. . . 

On some enchanted tropic isle
is the species of a tree
that some of us have never seen.  
The camera's eye might focus
on a random bud among its glossy leaves.  
Soon it blossoms pink petals 
and if we watch some more, 
perhaps we'll see the purple of its star apple emerging.  
Then we'll see it grow,
and if left not plucked, shrivel up and go. . . 

We are but mere ions
in the spectrum of a universe 
we've entered through a magic door.  
Miraculously born, we grow.  
But at first it all seems so slow. . . 
Then one day we try our wings.  
Some of us may soar. 
Others, like an apple never tried, will fall. 
But all of us will look back before we go,
and we'll think how much it seemed a dream.  
Time always goes. . . .
and then 
we're 
gone.

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