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The color orchestra this morning played
A
symphony of vivid, dream colors
Filled with the wildest flowers.
~
Bees buzzed loud and birds like jets
On the
4th flew overhead as our spirits soared;
And we drank the sound and light vibrant
That filled our minds and hearts
With
a medley of petals
That pranced in the breeze
That blew by our breath.
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Laying there on that colorful quilt
That
your grandmother made
With wreaths of cloth from her younger days;
We breathed very deeply
And were surrounded
By
a throng of life so strong,
That we had to laugh
At the ants long journey
To find our sandwiches.
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For the
longest while we lay back
Smiling
As we drank the joyous colorfield
Knowing that This
Must Be
The Beginning
Of
the Rainbow.
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© J.Lewis Wesley 8/15/1999
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