The Man With The Fishing Rod. #1
An aqua-blue stream gently flows,
Unmoved by what lies in its path.
Running to a place no one knows
And no one asks, fearing its wrath.
The flaming sun radiates its glow,
While birds chirp at the break of dawn.
Butterflies perform a fine show,
Dipping high and low and then gone.
The icy-clear sky high above
Casts a few rains now and then.
The Heavens demonstrate their love
By subduing a storm once again.
The air chills with every cool breeze
The flowers turn with the light winds
A child gives off a single sneeze,
Then simply wipes his nose and grins.
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Very sweet water color and a poem to breez it up.
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