For Granted

A stone,

Is a small piece.
It makes up a part of a larger scene.
Often,

You won’t even know it’s there.
Solid, constant.
Small.

No matter what may come,
It endures.
And,

in solitude,
With quietness all around,
When you see, beauty,

A small piece,
Makes up part of that scene.
Often,

You won’t even know it’s there.
Solid,
Constant,

For granted.

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Image; Art Johnstone ‘Ularu Sunset’.

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