DAILY PHOTO: Yehliu Geopark on a Dreary Winter Day
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clouds dance around
the gibbous moon’s bright orb,
one warm winter night.

under gray skies,
the flooded paddies
amplify winter gloom.
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating --
Where will all come home?
On goes the river,
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.