Observation

Birds: fishing by the water’s edge.
Men: making the trawlers dredge. 
Rocks of magma, stones of lime.
Watching silently since the beginning of time

Trees: rocking, still, but alive
Skies: water drops making the dive
The waves are violent but fluid
Imagine the herbs, remember the Druid

Fruit: soft, colorful and pips
Women: dance, laughter and lips
All there is, washed by the rain
The cycle begins once again

 
 

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