memory advanced

my mind is like a giant river,
each rush its own temperament,
massive rapids exist next to small pools,
orderliness is not how flowing water works,
ripples play and whitecaps dance while
yellow striped fish hide in the depths,
additional flashes of color come from birds,
diving in and bathing with each other in shallow
vibrant patches of shimmering splashes,
arranged fixed driftwood like a piece of art,
neatly assembled by the
culmination of water and gravity,
ecology and environment in its own little world
days like this show why we should keep nature pure
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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