A boy – alone on the grass
thinking about life that’s at pass,
listening to nature all around
thinking: What a beautiful sound!
Each bee and every fly,
making it’s way by.
The wind, blowing through his hair.
He can’t help but stare.
With only one word at mind
-Nature-
She is truly one-of-a-kind –
none can be as pure.
The sky is the purest of blue,
a few clouds taking a dance.
Without a clue,
his eyes take a glance.
A boy – alone on the grass,
thinking about memories that pass.
Listening to nature all around,
saying: what a beautiful sound!
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