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Wise Lily Stories
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 Cottonwood Puffs O tiny little puffs of air floating all around You suddenly are here and there and do not make a sound. I wonder where you come from and where are you going? You seem to wander all about without a care of knowing. "We come from grandmother cottonwood tree" whispered their reply "We do not tarry very long, our breath is like a sigh" Then whoops! one landed on my nose and gave a little itch But you just merrily flew away laughing in a stitch! And then another came drifting by and softly kissed my cheek Just like a gentle lullaby you send me off to sleep. To dream of white and fluffy clouds that look a lot like you I'll see you there in summer dreams In soft skies of blue. written by Christine Summerfield/June 2016
1 Comment
10/21/2019 05:44:27 pm
Being wise is the best thing that one can be. In my opinion, a wise person is one that has no stress in his life. The wiser you get, the simpler life becomes. I know that it is not always the truth, but in this case, that is what I think. I know that people who are truly wise are able to enjoy life to its fullest. I know this because my father was wise and he had no stress at all. Leave a Reply. |
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