I
watch the ripples in the pond
The
lines running away from the edge
It
will never flow back
It
just stays in my mind
Time
gone nothing I could do
It
is just a passing today still to run
Tomorrow
is a hard day to know
What
will it be I can't tell
The
wind blowing along
The
echoing of the rustling leaves
Some
fall waving its freedom
Leaving
the tree wanting to be free
The
gazebo like structure
Near
the pond the bird watchers sing
The
bird cages hanging up to the poles
Listening
to the birds maybe tweeting sad songs
Life
still goes on
I
know it will be
Leaving
the scenes
The
memory of pictures
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