The radish beets the carrot in a long marathon,
And the celery stalks his prey upon the moonlit pond.
The lion told a tail of himself living on Mane Street,
And the radish in the marathon, the carrot he did beet.
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The grass is like an ocean,
It ripples as if waves.
It holds a lot of living things,
And then it gently sways.
Audrie
I love how you paint pictures with words and quite cleverly, I might add, as lovely as you paint pictures with paint.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Audrie!
Love you SFF...
Mimi