July 23, 2014

At Nature’s Dance

The mountain wore down to nature’s dance.
But part of nature was less than entranced.
The brook it babbled about mountain’s decision.
“The choice of down is one that needs revision.
It should have a crown, a crest or a cap!”
On and on in this way the brook did chat.
The pines whispered, “We should give it a pass,
it’s not at it’s peak and I’ve heard it has gas!”
The summer breeze blew it’s hot air.
“With a face so craggy perhaps it doesn’t care!”
But the meadow was on the mountain’s side.
And it swayed and danced as the mountain did slide.

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