I see the clouds above me,
They're floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.
I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.
Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.
I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
I see the clouds above me,
They're floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.
I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.
Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.
I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.
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