“Transformation” some might say,
happens to almost every day.
But do we transform when we play;
or is it done some other way?
I really wish these things I knew;
Are they false or perhaps true?
Is transformation how we grew?
Is that what makes the sky so blue?
These things and more I do not know.
What power makes a river flow?
Are rainbows really just for show?
There is so much I still don’t know!

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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