We all live

in many states

of becoming fragile.

On a day,

like any other day,

we venture into the sun.

Her gardens,

they live well,

for they know the seasons.

Money bears,

lost in our ways,

as we trample the land.

Then,

a Willy Wag Tail dances for us

and we are different.

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