a glimmering shred
of granite
of some sort
catches my eye in the ray
of light
shooting between
new green leaves
in your woods.
is it gold or silver?
some exotic gem, lost,
of course not,
but still it makes me stop
and gaze at it,
admiring its beauty,
before i press on.
why go to Mars,
or back to the moon,
when there's so much to
look at,
in our own back yards.
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