When the sun sets in the east,
When the grass contains no dew;
When things disturb me, not in the least,
That's when I'll come back to you.
When gravity prevents my falls,
When I cannot find a thing to do;
When there are no more walls,
That's when I'll come back to you.
Think of a time the sun's not shining,
Think of a time, you've not been blue;
Think of a kid that isn't whining,
That's when I'll return to you.
Think of a time, when life is easy,
Think of a time, you never knew;
Think of a wind that isn't 'breezy, '
That's when I'll come back to you.
When summer never spreads its wings,
When skies never had a bird that flew;
When you never hear a robin that sings,
That's when I'll come back to you.
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Excellent and graphically engaging, the emotions conveyed create an impact on the reader. 10+++++++