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The Hare and The Apple
A poem about the unexpected meetings we have in life.
One step and then a corner,
my eyes met nature’s speedy legs.
A hare remained still, showing no fear —
what was special about this garden that provided safety so unnaturally?
The hare knew:
this man believes in kindness,
I’m not afraid.
This man protects others.
I’m not afraid.
I’m fast, but I can rest my speedy legs.
Apples had fallen from the apple tree nearby,
a symbol that autumn is soon to swing by.
A hare was calm enough to eat in such a serene little garden,
perfectly fit for the small of nature.
We stood face to face.
A brief moment passed by,
then one more moment, and I started to walk away.
I wondered, was the apple left as a gift for the hare?
It had landed so perfectly that it becomes a symbol of kindness.
Is the serenity of the garden holding special emotions —
emotions shared across the animal kingdom and plants alike?
Its all hold some mystery,
a mystery from an everyday moment in life,
a moment that was all true,
I had stood there close to a hare,
feeling kindness, safety and serenity.
