silence hums
a melody
asking me
in a steady beat
child..
are you alright?
i’m around
i hear me sing
just wandered
off the shady
glade
for some time in
the wintry sun
for some time with
the spades
why slog in the sun
why dig for gold
under the stars in
the night
why wait in the
cold
oh dear mother
tree..
so wise n old
i’d not bother
mother earth
for her precious
gold
sun is my friend
filling sunshine in
all life
pleasant is this
cold
that sits by my
side
as i look over my
world
with the stars at
night
from you came life
from you all wealth
from you we learn
to be shade for
someone else
so we soften the
earth
the spades n i
planting little trees
when they grow
by n by
they will surely be
a leafy green
shady nursery
this is..
Vacation
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