Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Day 175


A small stream,
Ripples a greeting,
As the two streams meet,
In a meadow.

The breeze,
Sighs and aimlessly,
Pushes a cloud,
Across a mountains top,
Splitting it in two.

A glittery,bright maroon beetle,
Holds a amiable conversation,
With a swaying reed,
Soon the beetle,
Bored with a one-sided conversation,
Hums away on a breeze.

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  1. This one is cool! I love the carefree attitude about it! It's as though there is no such thing as problems.