He hears the tinkling joy
of stream caressing
gleaming pebbles,
misses the silver javelins
here and gone
in a heartbeat.
Pearlised darts
skim the water.
Colours borrowed from a rainbow
shimmer on quadruple wings.
White stucco walls
love the sun,
boasting their joining
and shunning the shadows.
Bees hum
a somnolent tune
played on wings
moved at the speed of light,
yet life is precious slow,
in sunlight,
its glories free to all.
He lies in thick meadow grass,
wearing a hat rejected by the rich
and glories in his wealth.
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