I lay by the creek that flows through my yard.
a bird is singing, like my very own bard.
As I watch the clouds form shapes and float by,
I contemplate how it'd feel to fly.
My mind jumps around, I can't hold a thought.
Some think I'm wasting my time, but I think not
A life filled with peace and tranquility,
Is a life worth living, at least to me.
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