I left the room downstairs for I felt
it was somewhat dark though cooler
than other rooms in that house beside
the muddy trash filled running river,
a river it was a river it is and running
bordered by green patches,empty plots
trees houses big small and other lots
some white birds some colorful flying
close over the water,what vision they
have I wonder,what reflections in liquid
they perceive in the skies,the little eyes
may see more than humans can surmise,
dewdrops in view, petals drunk waving,
pansies smiling at butterflies fluttering,
vision catches the eagle soaring,
to perch on peak high standing-
yet it is the participating mind
that teaches us to be soft and kind
like the cool raindrops, which descend,
dropping down to be a cool friend
they have a vision from the other
end,and I must see beyond the sky
beyond the stars, beyond the known
unknown beyond the clouds up high-
make life beautiful as the beauty you
see, the vision of peace it must be...
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