There are no prettier sights than water cascading
The shades of earth's green; the cloud dotted blue sky
First flight of s young bird with its parents aiding
The inquiring expression of a young child asking, "Why?"
There are no prettier sights than your own face of hope
In flamboyant expressions of such great expectancies
The assured looks of satisfaction when can but ably cope
When are long gone life's myths and its fantasies
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