The sunbeams fall recklessly to the ground thru the cloudy sky
Their beams are reflected thru the drops of rain and magnified thru the wetness
Puddles and tree branches carry their magnified light thru the dreary day
People scatter quickly to escape the water that rushes from the sky
Flowers drink in the stream of life
Birds fly animals scurry and the old owl opens his eyes to an afternoon snack
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Well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with insight. It seems dreary days are perfect hunting days for owls. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.