As Jane walked along the snowy borderline path, she saw what she saw, which was decent a laugh.
Sapphire roses, abloom on little squares, emerald peonies getting nommed by black hares.
All was so quiet, 'cept the crunching of teeth, as the hares went on chewing, disregarding the path's heath.
So Jane went along on her splendid merry day, until she happened upon the strange old cottage of May.
An odd little home with five different chimneys, and haylofts and stout little chairs that sat stiff knees.
It was fair to be said that it was pretty far out, but how much so was still a questionable doubt.
As she looked 'round the building, hopeful to see inhabitants, she was surprised quite a bit to see micro habitats.
Each one was filled not with animals but with flowers, and what were they still but emerald peonies and roses of sapphire.
Though amazed by the beauty, she sought on her way, wanting to make it home before the end was to say.
And when she got home, what did she see, but rabbits and flowers and green grass breaking free.
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
