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Impressionistic Brushstrokes in Oil

Here where color sings and light dances.

What puts us in endless trances.
The sun, the water and sky
a quiet glimpes of moments pass by.

Let the gentle stillness speak its mind
as the wild can be quite unkind.

But when the deer snort and the mice squeak

and we pass by a small creek.

Our souls are settled by the unwaivering togetherness

that nature has to offer all of us.
 

A poem on nature by Justina Faunt