Hour 08 – Pantoum

Clouds


Clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky.
As I sit quietly under this tree,
I think of life’s big questions and then sigh.
I wonder if someday I’ll truly see.

As I sit quietly under this tree,
the sun is warm shining upon my face.
I wonder if someday I’ll truly see
the beauty hidden deep inside this place .

The sun is warm shining upon my face.
I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light,
the beauty hidden deep inside this place,
as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight.

I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light.
I think of life’s big questions and then sigh;
as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight,
clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky.


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