by Lemuel R. Griffiths
25th June, 2,108
Ah., to remember..,
Whilst in the presence of a majestic tree,
The single moment of a first-love-kiss-hearts beat.
Ere, the fleeting first knowledge of creation.,
As a butterfly, flutter-by lands upon a small hand -
And a single sun-ray through a leaf.
With no thought of any other season..,
If this be melancholy.,
Then I shall stay mad..,
That I must someday leave.
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