A Magic Bird
I am whole, yet halfed by three
The land, the air, and foamy seas
Flora vine upon my back
Fish in schools, my feathers sack
Waves of color consequence
On the winds of nature's sense
I walk the voids, I walk the sea
Upon my trails, I drop the seed
I leave colors in my wake
My tail, a trail, the rainbow's shake
A magic bird of fantasy
You never see, until I leave
February 17, 2009
I wrote this poem for this picture I did, it's my first attempt at watercolor painting and I love fantasy art. I am so sorry this picture only loads as a thumbnail, there are so many tiny details in it that cannot be seen in it's current state.
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