The Purple Tints
I gaze up at the purple tints
Of a dying sky
I look down into a pool
A gentle pond
To my surprise
I see there
No reflection
I found a tree
It was ALIVE!
Once, I’m sure
I saw a picture in a book
Of a bird
Some say they could even sing
I gaze through the panes of glass
Well kept and stored
Something the ancients once called
a blade of grass
Ah, if I could dwell within the past
But that is something
That has slipped beyond my grasp.
Of a dying sky
I look down into a pool
A gentle pond
To my surprise
I see there
No reflection
I found a tree
It was ALIVE!
Once, I’m sure
I saw a picture in a book
Of a bird
Some say they could even sing
I gaze through the panes of glass
Well kept and stored
Something the ancients once called
a blade of grass
Ah, if I could dwell within the past
But that is something
That has slipped beyond my grasp.
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