This day brings a poem inspired by a prism of light on a food court floor in the mall. Writing poetry is amazing work. I took the pic just before eating a late lunch. I told my mother the picture would be a poem one day, I just did not know it would be today. I like this one!
Color spectrums, floor-silent, beautiful, clean
Foot-trampled by eyes that will not see
Remain beautiful because their substance cannot be ground into dirt
Just like me