Stepping off the treadmill,
Time out to look around.
In these moments of contemplation,
I plant my feet on solid ground.
Staring out my window,
Watching squirrels do their thing.
In the peace of inaction,
My heart cannot help but sing.
Listening to the birdsong,
Such sweet music to my ears.
It's calm and gentle lullaby,
Helps chase away my fears.
Feeling warm and fuzzy,
Troubles seemed to fly away.
I relish in these moments,
Hoping this beautiful vision will stay.
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