Out on the great blue ocean,

I dock my cozy raft;

On the yellow sand, trees and the wind in motion.

Pleasant is the word that would be apt

I approach a beautiful flower,

Oh how it grows like the sun;

With all its power and glory.

Around it, children run.

"I've never seen this flower before", say I.

A child looks up at me as if to deny-

"You have mister!

Just in the winter"

-Eric. A. Blair


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