Untitled by Melissa Bell
The sun is shining.
The ground is gleaming.
There's a blend of colors in the sky.
If you listen closely nearby,
you will hear a faint cry.
This is where nature plays its course,
and you hear the whinny, of a frightened horse.
Birds sing above our heads,
and spiders are stringing their threads like webs.
Droplets of rain still fall from the sky,
and the tree roots are tied.
This is a glorious day.
The sky is now a purple haze.
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