Contemplation.

 

This stunning photograph taken by Younger Daughter simply begged for a poem, and I have tried to avoid making this one a Really Awful Rhyme.

 

Two companions, in the greatest harmony,

Share a magic moment in their lives,

Seated, both, considering the timeless sea,

Dreaming as each wave the scene contrives.

 

Though, in fact, of different species they may be –

Canine, one; the other, human child –

Yet can there be found a perfect empathy,

As, with senses by the scene beguiled,

They are seen to open, with a mystic key,

Means whereby all things are reconciled.

 

Could one find the route to such pure unity;

Read the contemplation in each mind;

Have such co-existence with impunity;

Universal peace one well might find.

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