The beak of a toucan by Vincent Y4
If I were summoned
to create a treasure
I would take:
The calm sea with no waves,
The dance of the fish
and the beat of the squid.
The beak of a toucan,
The range of the mountain
and the cheer of the bar.
The eye of the fish that took no fear,
The swift of the coral
that laughs all night.
The wave from the boat as calm as peace,
The stone and stone that makes it sparkle
and the star that falls through the night.
The love of a canoe that flows through,
The light of big ben
and the darkness of the cave.
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