Water
The rain falls
softly,
Then starts to pound
on my window.
It lashes across the
tree branches
And puddles form in
the garden,
Reflecting the
moonlight.
The waves lap gently
on the shore,
then grow strong as the tide turns
Throwing up shells
and ocean treasure,
The salty spray hits
my face
And my lips taste
like tears
The glacier rises
majestic,
A white sparkling
cold,
Reflecting the
northern lights,
Home to polar bears,
and penguins,
A snowflake palace.
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