Simplicity.
Given a week to do as I please,
I'd climb every tree and sway with the leaves.
The grass would become my playground.
I'd hide in the bushes to never be found.
The flowers would be my best friends,
And I'd gaze at the sun until time ends.
I'd form a choir with the fowl,
Perch steadily with an owl.
Let the blue skies fill my eyes,
And paint my face in mud as a disguise.
But I fear not 7 days would not suffice;
For, only a fool could not love this.
As the night sky would turn black,
I'd lay myself upon a hay stack.
Just dreaming of this week,
To awake with 6 more days to thrill seek.
Copyright © Ashley Morrissey | Year Posted 2010
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