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My Hammock

As I lay in my hammock 
Quietly listening to the trees,
The leaves gently rustling 
From the movement of the breeze;
The suns rays fall upon me,
Warming up my skin, 
I hear bird calls all around me
Feel a glow from deep within.
To be outside in my garden
In Mother Natures show
Makes me just so thankful 
For what she does bestow.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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