Everywhere I walk
Everywhere I roam
I am in my father's house
So everywhere is home
I live among the great big tree
My ceilings painted blue
My carpets are woven
With thick green grass
Covered with a heavy dew
If I want entertainment
I always have a show
Birds are singing
butterflies are dancing
Everywhere I walk
Everywhere I roam
I am in my father's house
So everywhere is home
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2 comments:
Beautiful poem, and very comforting. Keep up the great writing!
nice poem.....you are the one who make it?...
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