Here in tall summer grasses
I survey the clouds on high;
a spot far from the masses
where I've found a place to hide.
No light is shining here on me
as it peeks in through the trees;
apparently I've blended in just right
and fooled the inquisitive bees.
They seem to love my belly button
though no lint is found within
just a part of pollinating nature;
I am now a flower to them.
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