As dew and my thoughts drift aimlessly,
I am left dreaming.
I have the bushes and trees,
I have the plants and I have the water.
But the butterflies fly past me,
and the deer gallop behind me.
And as I stretch out an offering hand,
I only grasp the fading beam of sunlight.
A glance at the beauty of the azure sky,
reveals a greyness around me.
Now I must find a way to let colour seep in,
while letting the deepest out.
Maybe then the birds will hear,
their song is just like mine.
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