To take a walk in the country and to see the deer at play,
These are some of the finer things that make up a perfect day.
To hear the birds singing high in the sky
And the soft gentle drone of a dragonfly.
To see the sun shining on all it can reach,
On the Oak and the Ash and the Birch and the Beech.
To smell the sweet scents that are all around,
Of the beautiful flowers that reach from the ground.
And to feel the warm breeze as it carresses your skin.
Is what makes me feel good in the world I live in.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
To take a walk in the country and to see the deer at play,
These are some of the finer things that make up a perfect day.
To hear the birds singing high in the sky
And the soft gentle drone of a dragonfly.
To see the sun shining on all it can reach,
On the Oak and the Ash and the Birch and the Beech.
To smell the sweet scents that are all around,
Of the beautiful flowers that reach from the ground.
And to feel the warm breeze as it carresses your skin.
Is what makes me feel good in the world I live in.
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