Outside I feel,
A gust of wind blowing through my fine thin hair,
as the smell of serenity moves in the air,
Outside I hear,
Leaves rustling on the ground,
all I'm hearing is different sounds,
Outside I see,
The enjoyment of children playing around,
their laughter heavenly oh so loud,
Outside I touch,
The dead peeling trees surrounding,
just imagine if they were frowning,
Not a care in the world, enjoying my time,
letting my thoughts fly away, so my memories could stay.

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