In the fields of Green I run, I play
The crisp grass brushing my feet, I play
Through the murky swamps I hop, I laugh
The dark water consuming my feet, I laugh
Soaring through the air I jump, I smile
The cool breeze tickling my feet, I smile
Crashing down, the ground I hit, I cry
The sharp pain striking my feet, I cry
My mother carrying me, I hurt, I cry
The clear image of a face, I cry
In the fields of Green
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A slice of life for life's sake good write