Brand New Day by Mark Wells
BRAND NEW DAY
Flowers patterned thy carpet of fields.
Proud armies of color,
Each with embossed shields.
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As rain caressed the petals,
Suns rays stung the nettles,
Ambience of piece settled around.
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Trees stood placid almost locked in time,
While others swayed from the winds play.
Sheathed in amounts of clouds perspiration,
Welcoming in the day.
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Dandelion seeds harnessed the furl,
Blown velvety about,
Like small delicate pearls.
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Some landed onto spiders silver threads,
Looking like bizarre skin,
The creature shed.
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Barbed wire bore,
The scars of escape.
Fur pirouetted like streamer tape.
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Then as if the hex was broken,
Animals leisurely appeared,
Almost as if above had spoken.
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It was the start of a brand new day.
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