Blue Bonnet Songs
Millions of stories sleeping still,
a pollinators chosen thrill.
Enraptured in the splendorous,
I realize nature’s generous.
Mind pensive of those gone before,
who walking these trails by the score,
laid eyes upon blue bonnet stream;
tranquility of Gaia’s dreams.
with eyes of spirit I scan Earth’s breast,
where centuries of history rests.
I sense those waters winding their way;
intrinsic mysteries portrayed.
Water collects as it travels;
imagination unravels.
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