poem (as named by rafael)

Looking up
at three hundred shades of green
Each one
Prettier and more vibrant than the last
Set against
A bright blue clear sky
Off in the distance
the clouds travel along at their leisurely pace
And the sounds
Of the Music of the Birds come wafting to my ears
And as I
Lay here alone taking it in
I cant help but feel
I wish you were here.

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