everyday is the same
the sound of the pigs from the farm
and the cows from the pastureland
and the ducks and turkeys and
the bushes and trees
everyday they make the same sights
nothing is new
the skies are there making their blues
and the winds push the clouds away
those drifters without the constancy
of a face and color
everyday is the same and you are thinking
the same just like everyone
and everything
how boring is life you say
but it is not with me my love
because i still care
and the world becomes too interesting
the clouds are travelers to the interesting journey
as they see fields and rivers and mountains
and the mountains eagerly wait for the sun
and the pigs roam the bushes
and the turkeys are learning how to fly
the ducks finding their new rivers as they float
on the joys
and the skies close and open their windows
and the stars give a new glitter for their
new night show of lights
and i say how interesting life can be
as i wear a new pair of eyes
as i begin to unfold a new set of wings
this world has remain unexplored
its mysteries begin to unfold
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