Eyes wide, blinded by unforeseen illumination.
Blink…
On your back, staring up with sublime ignorance.
Blink…
Playing; Innocence meets infinite imagination.
Blink…
Imbalanced chemicals cause a torrid turmoil.
Blink…
Not the oak we think we are, only a sapling still.
Blink…
Still not an oak, but with saplings of our own.
Blink…
In the middle of the vast ocean of life — calm seas.
Blink…
An oak at last, but not yet felled.
Blink…
Another change, a bud again; infinitely blooming.
One Regular Dad 
What a perfect image to go with it!
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Love the work and the art!
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Thank you so much, yeah the art is gorgeous.
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