A bright patch of
Queen Anne’s lace
grows under the oak in the field.
It gives hope to the hopeless.
A furry brown rabbit
sits by the corner of the fence
twitching its ears.
He tries to encourage those
without courage.
“see, I have escaped the enemy to live another day.”
A wonderful
Cool breeze
Blows in my face
As I walk, helping me find energy
When the last ounce was nearly gone.
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