The View From My Balcony
Oh, how i wish you could see,
The view from my balcony,
That is amassed with gentle swaying trees,
And the occasional hum of honey bees.
Down the long winding path,
Little children playfully dance,
Practicing their form and stance,
Far from their mothers protective glance.
Young lovers absent-mindedly clasp hands,
Strolling along with their heavy school bags,
Looking out at the great green expanse,
Forgetting the rest of their day's plans.
As the sun shifts and begins to set
The birds squawk and screech as they begin to fret,
Pleading to their light “no not yet!”
“The day's needs have still not been met!”
Oh how I wish you could see the view from this height,
It's vastness and colours are truly a sight,
Being forever drenched in all its abundant light,
It is my joyful respite.
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