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Don't Worry
Light breeze on the pasture green
Tilting his head to the side
A young lamb looks with a grin
At the world, so wide
He can’t see his mother there
For a day or two
So he thinks now who will care
About him: will you?
Passerby, don’t pass me by
Take me if you can
Help to find the reason why
I’m alone again
For a while I’ll be alone
Under dazzling sun
Mother said this is your home
Don’t you worry, son
But of course she meant I’ll be
Worrying, in case
I will learn the mystery
Of this peaceful place.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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