Ain’t It Though


Ain't it crazy how the lazy
Leaves so softly touch the ground
And how the squirrels do squander
When there is no one around

Ain't it wonderous how the young deer
Prance by graceful while unseen
And how the grass of Summer
Lays like carpet fresh of green

Ain't it silly how the hilly
Pastures blend into the sky
And how clouds in their formation
Can so quickly pass on by

Ain't it pretty how the red bird
Stands aside and chirps his tune
And how Babies Breath in season
Come full bloom in early June

Ain't it funny how the honey
Holds a suckle dripped of dew
And how hummingbirds at springtime
Seem to be but very few

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