Fields
she colors
the sun yellow
and brings down the ray
to the green grass
that moves like the leaves
in the weeping trees
fluid like clouds in blue water
I lie down
and pick a flower
and twirl it round
and watch a squirrel scurry up
down
where the birds are
the turtle takes its time
to get to the other side
the rabbit’s chewing a carrot
the cows are chewing grass
the horse is chewing hay
the ladybug’s chewing a leaf
a butterfly takes a dance
across the wind
the hummingbird checks in
there are shadows on the ground
mountains in the distance
a garden full of roses
red apples in the trees
purple grapes on the vine
a path that leads
to a cottage
the windows are yellow
like the daffodils by the door
that come back waving
each year
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