Energy of Imagination
Gentle sway, glistening color,
tingling sound,
A chime, the wind.
Breeze flowing caressing face,
Gazing on nights awesome sky.
Rustling leaves under light of moon lit clouds,
Reflecting back a shimmering display, scattered
To and fro as if to speak.
Natures beauty, life in repose shewn shadowed
upon white background.
Hush! Be still!
The presence of universe posed as death still to come.
The level of which,
is imagination.
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