High on Happiness

All at once, as if on cue, the damsel flies appear, their iridescent ebony flitting through the ferns like winged jewels.  I am speechless at the sight of them.  Sometimes beauty overwhelms.

Now come the lush days, I think to myself, brimming with garlands and song and the sweet smell of grasses.

Only a few moments ago, all was frozen and barren.  How could all of this emerge from that?  We walk surrounded by mysteries and wonders.

And in the ferns, jewels glisten, leaving me speechless and in awe.

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