Rush

Fri, 01/17/2014 - 08:52 -- bump4

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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