My day in poem form. It's not such a good poem (or picture), but it was a good day, which is more important.
~*~
Osprey standing guard against the waves
A few strands of white sitting sharp amongst the brown
Age is only time dancing
A mountain startled by the sun
Herons floating towards a crescent moon
Pink and periwinkle skies
Serenaded by the songs of everything
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