text/gemini
In the dark, the still leaves
appear a dappled presence,
a confused random pattern.
They issue no invitation.
Their silence welcomes no one.
They care not for outsiders,
unseeing, uncaring, unconcerned.
For them time is only the now.
so memory has no meaning,
hope no tomorrow.
They are, they wait,
they do not waver.
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