Cool waters flow over dangling toes,
as I lay on the bank of the creek.
Warm summer sun,
no work to be done,
just lying here half asleep.
Clouds passing by,
making trains in the sky.
I wonder what it's like to fly.
Birds chirping with Glee,
Are they laughing at me?
and the silly thoughts
that pass through my mind.
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 8:51 PM UTC
Cool waters flow over dangling toes,
as I lay on the bank of the creek.
Warm summer sun,
no work to be done,
just lying here half asleep.
Clouds passing by,
making trains in the sky.
I wonder what it's like to fly.
Birds chirping with Glee,
Are they laughing at me?
and the silly thoughts
that pass through my mind.
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