Searching Eyes Alight like Birds

On the shimmering diamond drops

Sleeping on bright purple red leaves

Thoughts of this “nature magic” take over

Covering intruding thoughts like fresh paint.

As in a deep trance, I see gems,

I see sparkling light,

I see nature talking,

I see colors dancing,

I see all — holding hands and singing.

Where could all this go but to infinite beauty?

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