Temperament
I love the way the grass dances as the wind blows,
The way the trees sway,
And the howl of the wind.
The sky is baby blue with fluffy, scattered white clouds.
A chill creeps up my spine.
The temperature is cold,
But I feel some times of warmth as the sun shines down.
Cars pass by.
Birds chirp,
And insects fly around.
What a beautiful day this is,
Lying on the ground.
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