She glanced up to spot the blossoms,
He whispered “What’s so extraordinary in
that?”
She uttered “The circle of life”,
“What scorches must rebuild to survive,”
He cried “Nothing is exquisite when it’s desiccated,”
She replied “Attempt to regard the various
possibilities”,
He spotted the grass ashen, parched it appeared,
But she saw the tiny sprout that was
anticipating bloom,
He shouted “What’s so special in that bush
with no beauty”,
She revealed “Observe how it intensifies
existence of life,”
He declared “You are a sucker, who appreciates
grandeur in every fold,”
She smiled at the ignorance he clutched
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