Lying on the moist green grass, I sigh
as I watch the clouds go drifting by
They look so soft
White and high
against the deep blues sky
I hear voices in the wind
talking to me
Waves of change overwhelm to my delight
Yes! it's a high noon
at the peak of my physical might
The fields are green
With forget -me -nots
The smell of roses in the air
A fragrance so delicate
its beyond compare
©mylcebon
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