I wake up in my cozy little hammock
To the sound of the sheep on the hill.
I look at the chair right beside me,
Wasn't thinking so clearly until
I realized that the only thing that rocked me
Was the wind.
I was alone, I was alone.
I was crying all alone.
But the sheep said hush
And the wind said hush,
Then the wind rocked me back to sleep
In my cozy little hammock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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