An Open Window
Smell the sweet aroma of roses,
red in colour bright and gay.
Looking out to the far side,
the young children play.
The tall oak tree leaves flutter,
underneath acorn fallen.
Brown nuggets with silly hats,
quickly pick them up before they are stolen.
Hear the birds talk to each other,
singing lovingly words silent.
Gliding through the air,
a sudden swoop down gone an act of violence.
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