Morning Skies


He gazed upon her,
watching as she sat in the soft green grass,
with no care in the world.
The chirping of the birds,
echoing across the field,
rang through her ears like a soft melody.
He watched,
as her soft pink lips curved into a smile.
She longed to be free,
to be part of nature,
to erase all the bad and cherish the good.
A world full of hate was never what she wanted,
but a place full of happiness where the birds sang all day.
It was a fairy tale waiting to happen.

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