Stretching and Twisting

The morning begs exploitation. Something entirely new arising from something entirely routine. Far-fetched dreams brought to form without being tamed. And all within the spirit of a shy old man. The day begs stretching and twisting until it no longer resembles itself, transformed by living.
The discipline to dwell where the green can stain one's eyes. Both beauty and structure find harmony in the well-manicured lawn. Where design and control encounter freedom and mystery, and decide either to partner or to it alone. A momentous embrace or shunning.