Room with a View

The sky was the ocean
The view a harbor
The clouds ships of all shapes
And sizes sailing by
Some big enough to lay shadow across the room
Some small
The pasture of lush green rippled as the wind
Rolled over it and pushed the white fluffy sails
The oaks sparse, waved lovingly to the passers by
While the last of their leaves floated and meandered away
Changing directions with the mood of the wind
And the pines stood stoically watching
The approach of a new season

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