Untitled Visions

Cold clear water lapped against the tall green grass from lakes filled with bass and red and black robins stand splashing their backs Among green waving ferns lying on the sandy bottoms As mists gently tiptoe through on silent feet in early Autumn Bright yellow dandelions and white daffodils dot the wilds, as fragrances of wild rose drifts across the fields Puffy white clouds hurry by in reply A shiny red apple hangs alone in the sky Three girls lay white in the sand And snow lands gently on feet and hands Brushed by the wind it wanders thru the night And each one arrives clean and bright Red ripe strawberries snuggle against bright green nests While lazy white rabbits and big black owls rest Orange and gold leaves float serenely by Tracing patterns in the fading twilight And still three girls lay white in the sand