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Undistinguished butter-cup

Lost among myriads of others,

To the red ant eyeing you

You are giant stillness.

He pauses on the boulder of a clod,

Baffled by your nearness to the sky.

But to the black loam at your feet

You are the atom of a pent-up dream.

Undistinguished butter-cup,

Take your little breath of contemplation,

Undisturbed by haughty tricks of space.