day...or you'll be sad
my mother droned on and on.
I never listen.
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day...or you'll be sad
my mother droned on and on.
I never listen.
i never listen
to the birds singing in trees
when i am sleeping.
when I am sleeping
on the shadow-side of Earth
you wake up the Sun.
you wake up the Sun
and the Earth starts revolving
again for my day.
you wake up the sun
As I wake from my slumber
Start the day anew
oops i messed up my last post :( i'll start again
again for my day
i see the world come to life
everything is calm
thats better...i started with the right line :)
Everything is calm
After the strom is over
Child plays in puddle
child plays in puddle
hopefully not face first in
the muddy wet mess
The muddy wet mess
can be easily cleaned up.
What about their pride?
What about their pride?
Land reappropriated
Holes poked in their past
holes poked in their past
left them wondering if they
were really alive.
were really alive
when buried in sea mud depths
not dead, but dirty
not dead, but dirty
pigs roll around in the mud
or else they sunburn.
or else they sunburn
tiny umbrellas give shade
wee ones protected
wee ones protected
from human depravity
hidden from the truth