Rush
Butterflies flit through the garden,
the scent of flowers beckoning them closer.
Sunlight sparkles off the morning dew,
And a rainbow stretches across the heavens.
Then—
Quick footsteps.
Thoughts focused.
Eyes forward.
Man shoves his way into
the serenity.
No appreciation.
No wonderment.
He’s only passing through.
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