Wheat haired Brook stood up.
She went to a lake cup
and sat on the cold bank.
Young Brook pulled out a flute
from a nice carved tube,
which laid in her small bag.
She started play a song
and fragile tiny sprouts
grew up from empty earth.
They pulled small leaves like hands.
The sun’s big yellow lamp
was bathing them in warmth.
Brook looked at fresh bright grass
and gave a loud laugh.
Small birds caught jingling sounds.
Young girl put her flute down
on brown empty ground,
and went down a small mound.
She sang with the cute tits
and danced among white mist.
The one swirled, flying up.
The flute was left. It rolled
down empty slimy slope
and fell in the lake cup…
by Thea Ariss
12.10.2024
The song of Spring. The Kingdom of Streams
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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