I walked my sister home tonight,
The air cool, the street lights dim.
When my phone battery gave way,
Forcing me to look, to really see.
One tree, once unnoticed, stood grand and strong,
Girthy and wise, grown from a sapling small.
Yet, it was the tiny fortune plant that caught my eye,
Near the fruit vendor, tilted, soil spilled.
Such a slight tilt, a small shift,
But it threw the whole scene off-balance.
We grow so ‘accustomed’ to things in place,
Barely noticing the world we face.
With one small move, I set it right,
And suddenly, it all felt aligned.
As if, by fixing that tiny plant,
I’d solved something deep inside.
We rush past our lives, with eyes down,
Lost in the screen and the buzzing sound.
But when the battery gives way, we look up to explore,
And see the world, still, in place once more..
Reset and Restored.
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