The Reed
The twisting arching reach plies the verdant of all singular reeds...slicing its' touch
upon clouded waters' stillness,
Displaced beneath the aqueous shallow lay the turquoise of natures' forged stones,
azure and green speckled shimmer,
Breathing the wind of gentle gesture returned the reeds upwards within the reach
of touching the warmth of the sun,
Shaking the droplets of what was just skimmed...rippling the balance of stillness and
breaking the calm,
Thus is born the creation of harmonious action.
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