Cracled earth beneath my toes,
Prickly pine cones surround me,
Dry grass and leaves scattered limply,
Air is fresh and clean,
Ruffles my hair gently,
A dog sings a lonely solo,
Warmth of the sun only inches away,
Far away birds tweet like a true soprano,
Unnatural gurgals of pool water,
Cars, trucks, and vans go here and there,
Familiar voices talk without thought or reason,
It is not taught to see the real,
So all they can see,
Is the shiny plastic bow on the packaging.
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