Dangling by branches of the tree

Are several spoons.

Bizarre the spectacle was

But so was fascinating,

To see light mirrored by the spoons.

Reflecting every fleeting moments.

Like sand grains slipping out of hourglass

Not to escape but to build a sand castle;

along the sea, where you and I can last for eternity.

In the green light

Jingling to complement the whisper of leaves,

Creating their own legends,

Legends of some sweet performing rainbows.

Never have I seen so,

Neither heard of.

It’s a sight of fable

To assemble the fantasy.

Fable where the scene will not be tried

But appreciated as the actuality.


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