Fraser River
The roses smelled well,
And the sweet songs of birds.
Observing far and near
Sat silent for hours…
With a soft, appearance
Holy guest rode a wave,
On the Fraser River.
A breeze on the water
Joyfully danced away.
The currents rattled bell:
"Summer is on its way."
Sun was king, his highness,
Set the rules with orders:
"The clouds must remain-
Powerless, and worthless."
Saw boats move, travel,
Float homes, all settled,
And owners roll in beds,
Half asleep, half awake.
And above the roses
Flew a hummingbird,
To defend its chicken,
Resting inside the nest.
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