Three boys ride bikes along the road,
Fishing poles bending as they go –
Nearby must be a fishing hole.
Three deer burst through the dense woods deep;
Their hooves ring loud along the street.
I wonder if they’re good to eat?
Three rabbits pranced among the clover,
A baby and two others, older;
And then they run for shelter, cover.
Three stars danced in the sky so bright –
Planets, or just meteorites?
They spread a fantasy of light.
Three Persons in eternity,
One Being in infinity,
One bond in perpetuity.
clarakatalin 
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