let the story flow like the wind under the clouds
behold the tiny flower stare at the glistening dew droplets
all around the green grass spread around the stream
Birds sing, little creatures follow along
in the same wind under the same clouds
the rays of sun beam and warm the air
letting these beauty move and resonate
and the fragrance of the tiny flowers fills the soul
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Your poem, Son, is transparent and sparkling and calm like water, just beautiful. Thanks for watering me, a little plant thirsting for your words.
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