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(Mor)ning be (gins in) side the flower
An abundance (of new) life e (mer)ges
Each (hour on) land, in wat (er and) air
Inside (morning) begins
Circles of eggs in mud-mound nests
With gentleness are protected inside
Warm underneath rotting leaf heat
The mystery is all around us continuously
(Smaller lands drifting continuously)
