the arboretum

it's the place where abundance lives;

where beauty, in it's vastness adores the pathways,

is frivolously poured out in the roads,

is lavished on the hillsides and tossed in the wind,

is ridiculously painted on the trees, and cleverly hidden in plain view,

endless streams of color and texture flowing, growing, changing melting,

this intensity is so vivid, so immense, that to trample on it, trod upon it, kick it up is completely ordinary and expected.