Poetry - The masters plan

 The masters plan::

The mountains are a glow,

As the water begins to flow,

Down the hill, it starts to run,

The water shines from the sun,

As it seeps into the ground,

Plants begin to be found,

Life begins for us all,

While the plants grow very tall,

As we breathe in the air,

This is The plan,

He did prepare!

::David::

9-11-02

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