Sonnet
From the deep blue of the pond
To the highest and whitest mountain caps
Where the woods does bond
And the trees always sap
The willows turn bright yellow
Yet the mountains are still white
And the pasture cows sit there in mellow
While the pool of water reflects the light
When I see the water it calms me
and its azure keeps me thinking
'Bout what and how things came to be
Where the fish come up and eventually sinking
Down into its depths of beauty
Where you can no longer see its eyes of ruby
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