As the day unfolds

It was  told

To be wry of plans ahead

In great stead

The flowers grow

To show

HIstory gone by

While time flies

Ideally by, on high

Chilling in the forest

What is left for us

Checking out the new scene

If you know what that means

In a sense of it all

Trying to have ball

But it is hard

This chaotic farce

Scenes of plenty

In the irony

When nature called my name

The windy willows all the same

How sweet it was

Under the thorny  bush

Head held high to the clear sky

As I watched the world go idly by


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