went for a walk and met myself.
Strolling on a grassy field.
Nearby is a small stream.
I remember catching tiny frogs there,
after a downpour.
A smiling rainbow
would show itself, shyly.
My small feet would run on the green carpet,
Untiringly chasing butterflies.
I flew my own home-made kites here.
It soared the clear blue sky.
I'd soak myself in the warmth of the morning sun.
Basking in the lovely sunlight,
I would lie on soft grass
and smell brown earth underneath.
My final resting place.
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Good train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. An insightful poem written from the heart. Thanks for sharing.