Pictures In the Sky
It's though a white mosaic was crafted,
hammered by a sturdy mountain man;
made farmer herding sheep
(full of fluffy wool), a couple canines,
and a little farm and crops in rows too.
I laid back on some grassy dewy hill,
and admired art hidden in the clouds.
The sunshine shone, and the wind was still.
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