Not the indoors, I thought as a child
And why would I?
For the nature is where we all belong.
The open sky and the fluffy clouds,
With the chirping birds and the windy howls.
Heavenly is the sight of the shady trees,
With the valley of flowers
and the rustling leaves.
Barefoot I run,
Over the carpet of grass,
As my shoes lay by the swings.
I climb up the slide,
Like the squirrel on the tree.
Ruffling my hair,
Blows away the air.
Me, butterflies and bees,
Common we have is love
For the greens.
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