The wind keeps calling me out to play.
But I told him he'll have to wait till day.
I'm tired and in need of rest.
So I can shine brightest and be my best.
That way I can keep the clouds away.
Make humans happy with my rays.
Make flowers grow with my light,
Keep people warm until the night.
But Mr.Wind doesn't understand,
I need my rest to feed the land.
So I'll keep saying no, until he's quiet.
Hopefully then he'll end this riot.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
A large mirror hanging around, watching a cigarette rest, Asking, 'Why are you lying there, your a smelly human pest?' 'Relax.
A raindrop is greeted by and sigh or a yay. Either way. It can be sighed when we put out the post. And neglected like a ghost. It can be enjoyed by a yay when we gaze out the car.
The wise old oak is tall and wise, Weeping Willow, she cries and cries, Baby trees don't eat their greens, And Pine trees are just sly and mean.
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