Once all struggle is grasped

Everything is different now. The flowers

have been unfolded and are blossoming

fragrant words like languid, liquid, lush.

What is this about? The sun gently cut

the clouds in half. Like a lumberjack is

breaking fresh bread. Apparently, there

is something about to begin. Otherwise,

the cows would have still been laying

on the willing grass. Otherwise the trees

would have still been sleeping, dreaming.

But everything is different now. Very soon

life will step out of the sauntering night.

That much is clear. There is a universe,

a planet covered with amusing thoughts.

A space in which you can fail, try, blush.

To smell the dawn. Languid, liquid, lush.