When

       When violets bloom deep in the bush, 
       Just atop their little push;

       When fungus balls puff out spores green, 
       Where they go is never seen;

       When rock exposed to sun and air, 
       Some to keep and some to share;

       When lichen catches glimpse of sun, 
       The living bell has just been rung;

       When baby does her first breath take,
       Other senses soon will wake.

       When owl’s egg slow nervous hatch, 
       A glimpse of life ahead may catch;

       In filtered air sun moonlight be,
       But not to mortal ones as me.
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