Land of the Living
Everything seems fresh
in the land of the living now,
The bright lemon sun pours
on the rolling fields,
Rays of liquid gold
that stream out of the blue,
The clarity of babbling brooks
that trickle gently through,
The masterstrokes of springtime,
nature’s canvas revealed.
Vivid paint of cosmic order
slashing bold and clearly drawn,
A breathing, living artwork
digitally enhanced,
By the sharpest neo-realism
set beneath the skies,
A tapestry of colour
spread before my newborn eyes,
As I watch and breathe creation,
by wonderment entranced.
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