<p>Spring<br>Watching the birds fly,<br>My mind wanders to the sky,<br>Searching for

SpringWatching the birds fly,My mind wanders to the sky,Searching for beauty.SummerPracticing underThe shady sycamore tree -The sun still finds me.FallI read by streetlight -Solemnly the silent owlWatches me walking.WinterWintry tree limbs hangUpside down and touch the clouds -Wooden icicles.JuneLightning bugs like starsMake the summer trees look likeAn early ChristmasMysteryThick fog creeps from theField and is illuminatedBy passing carsThoughtThe moon leads my pathTo unknown journeys, secretPathways between the linesfree pokerI bought bread for theVisiting birds, but insteadFed the lonely

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