But early this morning, tending tall stalks of education and responsibility. Cutting my arm on their blade thin skin. I noticed in the valley of a row, a small bud was bursting. Peeling its four leaf frock off I saw colored shadows. Not a mirror of what we are, but color enough to denote what we are telling ourselves to be. Holding the fruit like a tiny crown I sat beneath a hollow oak. I was so absorbed with taking small bites of my new royalty, I didn't notice the ants as they slowly built their mound around me.