I was sat in my cottage when
The sun went down and then...

A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed...

A statement of my intent,
Maybe even a brief entry of a journal...

Behold the river as day breaks.
Ebbing its way to mountain lakes...

The snow does not fall like apples from a tree,
It rather enjoys gliding and floating...

Melting rays upon a soothing sea,
As a star sinks once more...