Sunny Days

May 1, 2014

I can watch the petals breeze away,

as you make this dismal a sunny day.

I could read a book of 700 pages,

but that wouldn't compare to the wisdom of 7 sages.

I want to stop the Earth and freeze the sky,

so the birds would stay still because they wouldn't be able to fly.

I need to listen with my ears and maybe with half a brain,

but I think in the end my heart would just prepare for rain.

Maybe this is nothing more than a phase,

but I don't mind because I have lived nothing but sunny days.

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