Sitting
The Water
Disguised as mirrored glass
Reflected mother natures lash
She winked at me
A sweet soliloquy…
A red winged flash
And a call of love
From tree top to moss covered branch
Cattails doing the cattail sway
Or just standing still as if to say
That you
Yes you are beautiful too
Where life goes on
And death goes only as far as rebirth
To rise again through fertile earth
We of the paved street
And walls of concrete
We of the busy lives
Where we seldom look to see the sunrise
Could do well
To sit, and watch, and listen
To the magic of her spell.
poem by Chance Foreman
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