By Sabina (timberla1@aol.com)
Date: 31 March 2000
Untouchable
With the things of nature,
There are many things we never see,
Or should never see,
Like a pine cone as abandoned as a
newborn
duckling,
A rock as free as a flag walloping in the wind,
Soil as anew as a fresh idea,
The gleaming aroma of the air,
like a bed of roses,
A fish jumping happily like a grasshopper
in a open field,
Whispers through the tress as though
they were speaking,
A cloud as soft as the pillow,
I lye my head on every night,
This beauteous picture could never be
painted,
And should never.
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