Unconscious...
Cloudy weather,
The birds singing,
A light wind: susurration,
Flowers blooming, insects pollinating,
Daffodils laughing,
Butterflies flying,
A light rain,
The birds shrugging off...
Children playing,
Teens busy in college,
Men busy at work,
Shops open round the clock.
Unconscious!
Unconscious of Nature.
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