ELYSIA BYRD

It never pours

but it rains

bending butterworts

every day

in the land where the sun shines blue. 

Forget-me-nots are tied in spots 

over the brow of the hill. 

Follow the river all the way all the way

and you'll get to see the trees

which sparkle bright

both day and night

for all the world to see

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