Searching the grounds

Amazing pebbles

Or buried treasures

Might be buried beneath

But that’s not what we look at

Unnoticed feet passing by

Small flowers stepped on

The trail of a snail

Or the march of the ants

But that’s not what we look at

We avoid contact even with strangers

Friends might be friends

And shadows pull us to temptation

Love is a lone stranger

And a stranger might strip us naked.