Rhythmic Stories June 2, 2023

Under the Shade Tree

Under the shade tree
My thoughts are free

I use my hands
To make hearts in the sand

Examine some stones and rocks
Barefoot, no shoes or socks

My feet sunk into the dirt
What can it possibly hurt

Peace and security here
No dangerous villains near

Under the shade tree
The best place to be

At least, it is for me

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