To see a world in a grain of sand,
And Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour
-william blake
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so beautiful, so insignificant
so fragile, so strong
so magical, so ordinary
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yet nothing can describe the fleeting thoughts of its transient existence.
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the death of a seed, the birth of a plant. the death of a plant, the birth of more seeds.
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we noisily come and go in our selfish existence, but silently they live on eternally.
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