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BLUE HANDED WATERFALL
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A bluehanded waterfall
.. with slender fingers allpouring
and on the other side
of the rock
a thumb of great power
.. churning in white
the hand of the waterfall
never closed in a fist
always giving all
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TREES ARE WED TO RAIN
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Where there are many trees
there is rain
Where there are no trees
there is no rain.
Those who plant many trees
have bride rain
following in the train.
(Bayard Webster.. millennial
and centenarian trees can
evaporate hundreds of gallons
of moisture a day..
creating mist, which becomes
clouds, and then rain)
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-saiom shriver-
Hugh...
A Blue handed Waterfall. I really wish that I had thought of describing such like that. To contrast the relations of trees and rain, perhaps in a marital sense, very well written, always loving the poets task of making readers think.
Ascesa e rialzarsi fino a quando gli agnelli diventano leoni
Rise and Rise again until Lambs become lions