The sun shines across the grass,
Across the way a dear will dash.
The clear blue sky so calm,
On a little isle stand visible palms.
The cool breeze blows 'cross the plains,
So far there has been no rain.
The grass waves slowly in the wind,
The deserted path disappears 'round a bend.
A single bird glides through the sky,
Today no planes will take flight.
The sound of birds singing fills the air,
It appears the birds are there.
It's quite peaceful here, all alone,
Even though it's not really home.
Sitting against the crisp breeze,
Slightly stirring new spring leaves.
Can you imagine the scene as I do?
Don't you wish it were true?
How can one say it is not,
When it's what they've really got?
This can be you,
You're on your way- it's true.
When you feel unseen,
Remember this- your scene.
 
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