The rocks and the waves murmured to know
what strange wind had brought it here, this pink parasol
still unsure if it wanted to fly or lie stillA pink parasol came floating on
and landed soft and safe in the lap of dawn
when the sky was barely dressed up to greet the day.
The masses of rocks leaned with wonder
to see which strange wind had brought this feather,
some mistake or a miracle that had happened after spells of winters and summers and seasons of indifference!
The dark rocks looked darker still
as the gently seemed to lower their tips
in an effort to get closer to the thing.
The sand on the beach went pale grey
as it bristled with a thrill as never before.
like a bird set free not knowing what to do with its new found wings.
Birds flocked and circled in the sky and sent a piercing note to greet.
Summers came and winters passed; seasons had changed with indifference.
After ages something so soft and pink had landed in the lap of dawn.
A divine error or a mistaken sign
left by someone for someone to find!
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