The still tree by the roof tile
Blue sky as a back-drop
Sufficient to ever raise a smile
The breezeless breath of morning-dew
Blue sea frets with silhouettes
As we wave goodbye to another crew
The hung leaf with a fresh take
Of a blue horizon foreground
For harbours or the jetties by the lake
The morning newspaper, with a pot of tea
Blue moon you effortlessly scrape the sky
Asking lightly, and yes ever so politely
Might you if it is ok, may you be set free
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