A Windy Day
I started the morning sweeping the deck,
enjoying the sun and fresh air
but the wind, that devil, had other plans
and for my clean deck, hadn't a care.
The trees are dancing, swaying in joy
in the sunshine on this windy day.
Their leaves are landing all over my deck
like some kind of silly game at play.
So once again, I'll sweep the deck.
I know I'm wasting my time though
because nature, the sneak, is playing tricks.
Oh ! how that wind does blow !
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