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What Shall I Tell You?

I would tell you about the things that I see.

I have no profound truths to reveal,

No wisdom of the ages

No pronouncements from on high,

Save a few insights and an occasional glimpse

Of something that might be profound.

But I see many things that others don’t.

I look at the path before my feet,

My focus is near at hand.

Aside the rough and broken ground

I see flashes of colour, buttercup yellow,

A daub of blue from a nodding cornflower

The bright red drops of wild strawberries

Cast like a gunshot spray at my feet,

And ghostly white trilliums

Lying in wait on the forest floor.

I see where the path has led

And where the path is going.

There are eyes peering from the trees

And hands grasping from the bushes

And I would point these dangers out

Saying, “See what I have found”.

It is dangerous yet beautiful.

I reveal them as I see them,

I unveil them as they occur.

With the indulgence of my readers

I unfold every flower

To make them known, loved and feared.

I see the allure in everything.

I sense the peril in all else.

So beware these pitfalls,

They can be deadly.

But by God, they are beautiful.

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