The Puddle
I gaze into a large puddle,
Can see the three worlds.
One beneath containing life,
Swimming freely chasing foe.
The second on the surface,
Floating leaves motionless.
The third and most miraculous,
The reflection…
Which is me.
By: Greg Stanley
Inspired by MC Escher’s “Three Worlds”
Entry into “Any Image Theme” Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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