a poem

"The sun shines brightly, mingling with the small violet flowers singing in the breeze
shadows peek from behind the tree trunks
tiptoeing through a steam and stretching
as if they know, a long days work is ahead of them
in the raw soil, a snake slithers like the sound of a violin 
the rough brown grass, aches and moans and grumbles little bits of awakening 
watching all, the blue ridge mountains laugh with a majestic chuckle
thinking how great it must be to be young

these are the best days of our lives

the flowers, brown eyed and naive say:
"forget me not" 
"i won't" the sun replies, smiling. 
just keep living and everything will be fine."
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