Listening to water babbling and traveling along lengths
of cement trawls, flowing into a circular fountain.
Noticing stones and coins sitting translucently upon
the bottom, letting water cover them protectively and
opaquely.
Water pouring down, creating bubbles of perpendicular
latitude, swiftly moving across the top, creating all
manner of bubbly creations into designs of nature's
ambiguity.
Serene capability of nature's own elements, taking
intellect on a circular imaginary journey into domains
of it's natural beauty.
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