Beautiful Days.

by Seth Rowley   Mar 25, 2004


Sun keeps lighting up the trees.
Making a horrifying shadow on the ground.
Sounds of cars passing by.
Echoes on my brick wall.
Leaves from the tree continue to fall.
Rabbits playing quietly in my backyard.
Swing swaying to the music of the wind.
Flowers smelling like fresh roses.
Beautiful Days, Beautiful Days.
Oh how i love them beautiful days.

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