The clouds touch the water.
Pink merges with green.
Crooked tree prays for help.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone.
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world so close.
Too bad it can’t be seen.
A FANTASY
The clouds touch the water.
Pink merges with green.
Crooked tree prays for help.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone.
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world so close.
Too bad it can’t be seen.
SUSANNE LEIST 