how beautiful the sun's reflections make <br />the air touched, gently rippled lakes <br />perfectly formed and round <br />on the still pond it's found <br />how muted soft in morning mists <br />by which the fertile fields are kissed <br />magnificent the coloured clouds <br />as its light they partly shroud <br />how would you see that form <br />without all this that is its gift of dawn <br /> <br /> <br />without all this that is its gift of dawn <br />how would you see that form <br />as its light they partly shroud <br />magnificent the coloured clouds <br />by which the fertile fields are kissed <br />how muted soft in morning mists <br />on the still pond it's found <br />perfectly formed and round <br />the air touched, gently rippled lakes <br />how beautiful the sun's reflections make<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-106/
