Having fallen from grace from it`s usual place, the face was set on a limestone table on the deck. As I walked by, I moved the character around, to say,"Hey, how`s everything?" I hope everything`s cool.
Falling water stopped in flight, then slowly flutters to alight. In doing so, it paints our place, our planet, seen in white, from space Slowly changes in seasons slow To browns then greens and flowered glow This strange liquid, a natural show, Is jeweled starlight we call snow