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A sea of green Crawling towards Heaven Swaying and folding Against itself Budding trees surrounding Their branches tipped With the bright green sprouts Of new life begun And old life broken A pond of silk Luminous and pure Floats in the middle Ripples dancing in its water As a cliff overhangs The waterfall falling Unconnected to the earth The sea of green Has become the sea of gold As once green leaves Begin to fall Unto the earth Leaving the willow trees With nothing But swaying branches The waterfall reflects A rainbow cast by The full Harvest Moon Shining in its resplendent form The ripples waltz Never leaving the tempo Set forth by the Creator Long before their own time The grass lays frozen Buried beneath White powder As it falls from a clear sky The trees stand bare Their leaves falling Falling to the broken earth The broken skin of the meadow The pond of silk Lays cold and dead The ripples gone Until the night is done The waterfall lies still The beads of water Exactly where they were When the winter had come again
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Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 8:07 PM UTC
Secret Medow
A sea of green Crawling towards Heaven Swaying and folding Against itself Budding trees surrounding Their branches tipped With the bright green sprouts Of new life begun And old life broken A pond of silk Luminous and pure Floats in the middle Ripples dancing in its water As a cliff overhangs The waterfall falling Unconnected to the earth The sea of green Has become the sea of gold As once green leaves Begin to fall Unto the earth Leaving the willow trees With nothing But swaying branches The waterfall reflects A rainbow cast by The full Harvest Moon Shining in its resplendent form The ripples waltz Never leaving the tempo Set forth by the Creator Long before their own time The grass lays frozen Buried beneath White powder As it falls from a clear sky The trees stand bare Their leaves falling Falling to the broken earth The broken skin of the meadow The pond of silk Lays cold and dead The ripples gone Until the night is done The waterfall lies still The beads of water Exactly where they were When the winter had come again
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hopi-butler
American
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 8:07 PM UTC
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