Dried milkweed pods hang

Heavy on brittle branches,

Silent and still

Against the empty sky.

But in a moment, a shift,

A crack and a flutter,

And suddenly the air is alive

With the beating of wings.

The pods, transformed,

Become birds of flight and freedom,

Taking to the air

With effortless grace.

Perception is a fluid thing,

A blissful state of mind

That can transform the mundane

Into something magical.

So let your mind be fluid,

Open to the beauty around you,

And watch as the world transforms

Into something wondrous and new.


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