Bright, blinding, fierce sunny sky
Squinting eyes looking above
Buzzard quickly flying by
Nature's scenery I've come to love
Warm, contented mood
Wonderful works of the Lord
No worries, on nothing to brood
Tribulations of the world ignored
White puffy cloud suspended in the air
Versaille smooth blue overhead
Standing motionless without a care
Total silence, nothing being said
Sharp sound of screeching brakes
Swiftly approaching vehicle suddenly awakes
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