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A whisper in the wind
Flowers swaying in the breeze
the only other sound
is the buzzing of the bees
A pillow made of grass
A swing hanging from a tree
Apples laying all around
The only person there is me
But in my mind, I'm not alone
I'm with all my close friends
This place is my home,
It's a forest that never ends
I can fly like a bird
Run like the deer
Climb up all the trees
I am never leaving here
The sky is my roof
The sun and stars my light
The crickets are the music
For a beautiful night
This place is where I'm happiest
This place is my home
And even if I'm the only one
Here, I'm not alone.
Copyright © Sara Mason | Year Posted 2013
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