storm clouds threaten
the trees to come play
unwilling to to budge
there will be no rain this day
lapping tongues of clouds
pulse across the fields
the prairie briefly illuminates
from light the setting sun wields
in all things especially nature
patterns are on display
repetition yields to nuance
in an intricate array
beetles they repeat
but much more randomly so
patterns everywhere
in the course of ebb and flow
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