The Fountain
The fountain is alone and singular in it's beauty
A tiny jewel glistening in the cold
Among the breeze flowing through the trees
Against the icy water flowing down the stream
It is lonely out here
There is nowhere to hide in the air and in the light of the sun beaming down on the fountain
There is nothing that can be hidden of it's obvious charms
The light illuminates it
Perfect and lovely
Beside colorful flowers
It blushes in the sun with humility and love
Chimes ring in the distance
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