Stone Soup
A broth of flowers
simmering in a stone cauldron,
the forest behind
and around this cauldron.
The day fades into night
as the cauldron glows red.
There are birds in the trees
singing sweet songs.
The stars are pink
in the red smoke.
The cauldron has substance.
It is not ethereal,
as even the smoke gives light.
As a baby bird sings,
swoops and takes flight.
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