Thank you 'UNSPLASH'!
For being our lighthouse. So we are taking time to give these generous hardworking artists their share of the glory.
Everyday, we swing by your lovely photographic home
With high hopes in procuring a gem from your plethora
Of ocular breathtaking delights to the senses
Which you, our benefactors have tirelessly extended
In the spirit of your generosity, kindness and freedom of choice
Given to us, without prejudice, to peruse at our leisure and respite
Free to indulge in an ever present world of colorful splendor
A virtual visual travel around the globe in picturesque wonder
Yet we stop not to offer thanks and sing praises to you
For without these offerings, we know not where our stories
Would find their wings to fly fancifully in the realm of the
Imaginative dreams that each picture conjures in our thoughts
For each picture comes with it's own story to tell
And each story is reimagined through your eyes
To the eyes of the the one beholder who finds a new
Story behind a new pair of eyes, seeing a new story retold
Many times over in fresh perspectives of never ending thoughts
For those times when I can grasp no apt or appropriate words to begin
A new story that is being formed but still eludes my reaching grasp
I go foraging through your picturesque jungle of scenes that opens
The possibilities and allows the words to flow, adding excitement that
Titillates, arouses and tantalizes the creative juices, which then stirs
Provokes and stimulates fascinating ideas that otherwise laid dormant
Only requiring a quickening of the minds eye to kindle and inflame
To new heights of provocative interests and wonderful thrills, so
Allowing the words to flow as if a babbling brook sweetly flows on by
Thank you UNSPLASH, for your generosity and unselfish gifts to us
We hope that along the way your kindness is being returned and rewarded
In immeasurable ways so richly and well deserved, and that our stories
Somehow help to share the love so others may partake of your unique gifts
So varied and exceptional in each artist's rendering of their individual talent
You are, without doubt, our lighthouse, always guiding our ships to shore
Thank you!
UNSPLASH!
N.A.
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Thank you for sharing! I really love being able to access Unsplash photos. For several of my stories the pictures have really been remarkable!