I sit here upon the ground,
Relaxing to a swift sound.
The sky is bright,
You can see the sun's reflection as a light.
The water moves slowly and touches my feet,
I feel the wind blowing,
And see a leave falling.
I see men fishing,
I close my eyes, my day is healing.
Behind me are fields of livestock,
In front of me a wooden dock.
It is peaceful outside,
And the wind takes me on a ride.
It's time to leave,
I will always remember the gift I have received.
What can I do? I've enjoyed it so much
I do not want to forget its wonderful touch.
I pack my things up,
And maybe with some luck,
I’ll return someday,
With more attention to pay
Friday, June 22, 2007
The Gift I Have Received
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