The things I see with my eyes as I gaze upwards to the skies

Picturesque sights of clouds floating by

While sounds of others working near by

The air is still and the smells are fresh

As night creeps upon the crystal clear lake

The colours are a gloomy sight to see

My quieted mind is broking by the crickets

And am startled again by the cars racing by.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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