Perfection In Nature
By Lord R.e. Taylor
Never has there be a place
Such perfection in nature
Water as smooth as the finest glass
Without even a breeze to disturb it
No one should ever get too close
Never touch the surface with a finger or toe
Stones must stay firmly on the shore
And no one should even breathe nearby
Perfection such as born in that water
Should never be spoilt by even the slightest ripple
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