Seeing eye-to-eye is for believers only.
Is a prism of light a believer, or does it simply know?
The distance between The Light and The Truth is way debatable.
Life definitely has a say in the matter at hand.
Does the Sun see its reflection in all of creation?
It is what it is more often than not,
but we are free to imagine.
Uncle Tree
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Uncle Tree
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God, save the dream! The impossible one!
Because…
a propeller without a plane is just a windmill.
God, save our hunger for satisfaction!
Because…
sitting still is for the birds.
Be different — choose to fly
in peace with loves
Uncle Tree
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When oranges sing the blues on Sunset Avenue
even the geese flock to listen up
The orange orb of El Sol pauses soulfully
Where everyone and their brother swings by
save the last dance and fly
to Sol and old UT
Orange-out, folks!
Uncle Tree
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This owl-faced hawk is hardly ever seen during the day.
Rarely seen in Nebraska, its golden-brown belly gives it away.
Flying low and solo, no gopher has a chance, and no golfer is endangered.
Bye-bye birdie!
Falling on
back
UT
Hallowed be the lost trees!
Blessed be the rest
in the sweet
by + by
UT
Welcome to my parlor!
Climb aboard the Pumpkin Express!
Follow the Orange Treat Trail at sunset!
Hallowed be the home base for this leggy green-eyed lady.
Icky stinky bug’s trick is to eat the yucky worm treat.
Oh, the webs we weave hooking up with the sun as it sets in the West!
Happy trails!
UT
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Dew on the Marigolds, and Skipper sitting still for once!
Somebody’s shadow is as creepy as the see-through Shadow Maker!
When you have the only flowers in sight, your camera will stay busy.
Even the bee agrees, Fall is fading fast!
“Small, but mighty!”, as my dad used to say about me, too.
Infinitely small, but a bug, nonetheless!
If Mars has insects, they’ll look like Johnny Mantis, no doubt!
Beeeez’d to meet you!
Uncle Tree
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Blind from birth to evil, my sight was restored by the bright angel in front of me.
Now, you see, my eyes are no good,
but my soul was furiously replenished in a flittery-fluttery way.
Saved by the belle — Angel Orange!
Hallelujah!
Alignments pave the way in a colorful array at the lunch line.
HaPPy OctOber!
Uncle Tree
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We had our first overnight frost last week, and I swear,
the butterfly feeding frenzy was a premonition on their part.
When one knows The End is near, why be bashful or unsociable?
Tattered and torn, but untroubled, was this elder Monarch nearby.
For the love of Marigolds and warm Autumn afternoons, a Painted Lady lays out.
This dainty lady with a gray hairstreak was fearless before the first frost.
Hearty Marigolds play host to the fanciest creatures on earth.
A butterfly menagerie is a feast for eyes to see.
The last to come was the first to go, before the freeze set sail.
“Stay warm, be cool, and feel free, folks!”
Uncle Tree
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