Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A RHYME

It’s a beautiful day to see the sun shine
It’s a beautiful day to see the flowers mime

The sun is spreading its golden arms to embrace the sky
The flowers are miming the action of butterflies
The clouds are having a running race
The peaks are licking them for taste

The seas are waving to the sand,
Which is, under the sun, having a tan

Everyone is in a family,
A family made naturally with harmony

Everyone is in a bond of love,
A love that would never curve

Everything on this earth is a rhyme,
Which like a watch, is a useless piece of time

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