The plants seem green and give color to,
The sky that seems so blue.
The flowers litter the countryside,
And in my ears the wind has cried,
Through the trees and echo runs,
Dodging rays from the sun,
A frog leaps into the stream,
Everything isn’t what it may seem.
The meadow is eaten by a fawn,
And all this happens before dawn.
-3/20/1993
Dana
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