Legacy!
Some things are hereditary.
Not necessarily from parents or grandparents,
You can inherit them from elements.
Look at the Earth!
So shy and recluse and introvert
For the last few months of Fall and Winter
Is now romping on the ramp
In exotic costumes
Walking asymptotically
Assured of her grace
Wafting onlookers to the bourns of ecstasy!
On her trail
Even heavens grow goosebumps
For having watched her
Without batting an eyelid!
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