
You don’t need to do a lot to start something new.
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A beetle pranced on a crocus flower with glee
Not aware of Spring’s desire to wake.
His thought, “I spread it, look at me!”
While the cold rains undid the gold dust he’d made.
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He sulked below a leaf, his heart ached—
Until the bloom, renewed, began its song.
“You need not rush the world along—
Your hands, though small, usher the spring
They start the Dance of Everything.”
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