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