The sky’s blue and endless
The sun’s high and bright
The hill’s green and gorgeous
The field’s vast and earthlight
The bird’s happy and twittery
My spirit’s pretty and sassy
In a scene of noonday play.
P.S; I was reading a book this afternoon and heard a bird singing from the bough of a tree outside the window; it was very pleasing and made my spirit flit in a mind’s garden. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, which resulted in this improvisational little poem.
Impressionist 
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