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
4 comments:
Very trippy, as we used to say in the good ol' days!
That's quite a colorful world the little Percula lives in.
(Ha, ha, I'm first, AndiF must be sleepin' in today.)
Somehow this one didn't show up on my RSS feed yesterday. So you had that pretty scene to yourself, NDD, all day.
NDD,
I still live in the good ol` days.
No body told Me about any changes.
I wouldn't doubt that for a minute Tony!
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