MY WAY TO RELAX
by Justyce M. Ryder
The birds sing,
Bugs cling,
Butterflies flutter,
Water drips from a gutter.
A beautiful day,
Here I stay,
Bathing in the sun,
I start to hum.
Making a song
With spring,
The grass clings
To me.
I stand up,
Brush myself off
And cough.
My eyes caught the beauty of spring.
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