Musings by The Poet Loriet
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Blue and green
weren't always friends.
They held onto
preschool notions
of being as different
as grass and sky.
The green grass
stood tall and formal,
defending Mother Earth
with sharp blades,
unmoved by the
whispering sky...
Yet the blue sky remained
a free spirit,
a breezy personality that
giggled and swirled
among the grass,
singing a lilting wind song,
and dancing with clouds...
Until a chance meeting
at the water's edge.
Both remained silent,
in awe of the
inspiring aura
of peace and power
that ebbed and flowed
from her watery depths.
Blue and green
hugged
in Dawn's light
with newfound awe
birthed from sharing
moon, stars,
and sunburst.
They glowed in
rainbow hues
to each other.
A special thing happened...
They began to soften
their well-defined borders,
finding that they weren't
so different after all.
"Cerulean," said blue.
"Seafoam," said green.
"Beautiful," they said breathlessly
as they playfully swirled together
in the depths of the ocean--
sometimes greenish-blue,
sometimes bluish-green,
and sometimes...
creating glorious new
rainbow dreams.
Suddenly,
the world seemed
less lonely.
Every landscape
became a fresh canvas
for them to color
in united
Harmony.
Lori Beal
Blue and green
weren't always friends.
They held onto
preschool notions
of being as different
as grass and sky.
The green grass
stood tall and formal,
defending Mother Earth
with sharp blades,
unmoved by the
whispering sky...
Yet the blue sky remained
a free spirit,
a breezy personality that
giggled and swirled
among the grass,
singing a lilting wind song,
and dancing with clouds...
Until a chance meeting
at the water's edge.
Both remained silent,
in awe of the
inspiring aura
of peace and power
that ebbed and flowed
from her watery depths.
Blue and green
hugged
in Dawn's light
with newfound awe
birthed from sharing
moon, stars,
and sunburst.
They glowed in
rainbow hues
to each other.
A special thing happened...
They began to soften
their well-defined borders,
finding that they weren't
so different after all.
"Cerulean," said blue.
"Seafoam," said green.
"Beautiful," they said breathlessly
as they playfully swirled together
in the depths of the ocean--
sometimes greenish-blue,
sometimes bluish-green,
and sometimes...
creating glorious new
rainbow dreams.
Suddenly,
the world seemed
less lonely.
Every landscape
became a fresh canvas
for them to color
in united
Harmony.
Lori Beal
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