I'm looking up at the blue-jay sky
Watching the marshmallow clouds stroll by.
And listen to the calls of the bird
I pick up every last word.
The babbling brook joins the conversation,
It runs wild with my imagination.
Frogs now chirp with us
In their swampy lust.
The wind blows quickly and steadily
And blows dirt and leaves around me.
It gets higher now
I wonder how?
It brushes m sides and all around
Everywhere it glides and away from the ground.
I roll and frolick in the grass
Thinkin how long it will last.
Slinking over the rocks is the snake,
On giant blocks seeming almost fake.
I'm still waiting for you to come here
But I know you're very near.
I'll still be here, I'm not leaving without you,
Not even going to bid adieu.
But please hurry to me soon
This place won't last long enough to croon.
It will eventually die
And the wind will cry.
For I will have gone with this place
Please come, I need to see your face.
 
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