By the Pond
By the Pond
A soft stream lies.
As the mother duck lays her eggs we have a beautiful surprise.
And little fish and turtles swim around.
We leave our house that is out of and hear the still sound.
By this pond we run to hide.
Let us throw in some rocks.
And not worry about the ticking of the clock.
And I lay in the grass to view the clouds.
Turn around to the water upstream.
Let us harmonize with the trees that speak.
In this ghost town we are the inhabitants.
But back home to we go to explore, and we then leave.
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