In the wind the trees sway like always
The sky’s painted with blues and greys
The birds chirp and sing
The grasses peck at my toes
Like always
And all the while
Places worlds away
Knock, knock on my mind
And my mind and my eyes
Cannot agree
In the wind the trees sway like always
The sky’s painted with blues and greys
The birds chirp and sing
The grasses peck at my toes
Like always
And all the while
Places worlds away
Knock, knock on my mind
And my mind and my eyes
Cannot agree
A Poem A Day 
Well said
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