Cora sat on the
Edge of the lake, where she would
Hear the wind whisper.
It told her stories
Of life and love and the passed
Days of bright sunshine,
When sometimes people
Would look at the ground and not
At the bright blue skies.
But she always looked
At the sky, or at least its
Wavy reflection,
Because she found that
It often helped her to have
Two perspectives of
The issue at hand.
Because life had ups and downs,
Like a sine wave graph.
If you could see it
How somebody else saw it,
Then maybe when the
Autumn leaves fell in
The lake, obscuring vision,
You wouldn’t lose sight
Of reality
Or any of her nicest
Flowery maidens.
It's interesting how you posted this when we were at a lake hehehe :D by the way nice poem :D and also...I was doing exactly what Cora was doing :D honestly it was a lovely day... beautiful sunset, nice cool weather... just lovely :D
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