Big green trees
Is what I see,
Looking at me happily
Bright green grass
As thick as can be,
Feels so very soft to me
Birds and squirrels are playing around
With some sunlight shining down,
Wishing I could be there now
I look once more and begin to frown.
as there for you, stood by you, listened to you
But still that wasn't good enough,
Why? what else could I do.
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