i was walking on grass
i felt ground mash under
it tickled my toes, i fear
i would slide or be buried
can't let go what i'm holding
i look closer; water flowing
i heard hawk laughing up a tree
probably knows and feeling naughty
sun is up bright it will soon dry
i let her laugh with me a smile
i look at fabric i just hang
colorful, she must have a bang
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