the wet grass of the morning and the tiny flowers in the dew the yellow rays of an orange sun and the sky so blue yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm yeah, this is the place where I live
the mystic dance of the plastic bee flower to flower as I watch in glee the laughing brook with it's spirit so free and the cool shade of the lonely tree yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm yeah, this is the place where I live
the joyous bird with his morning song and the cotton clouds all along the sultry noon with its silent scream and the evening with its orange dream. yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm yeah, this is the place where I live
into the dusk of the dying day the sparks from the fires start to play hungry eyes and the meal is done and again the dream of the orange sun yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm yeah, this is the place where I live
pale stars in the darkening sky and then the moon begins to fly right across this jeweled dome on his nightly journey home yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm yeah, this is the place where I live
then at the crack of dawn with the world awaking all around the first rays of the orange sun give life to every one... yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm yeah, this is the place where I live
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Close this window Jump to comment formi remember reading this poem many years back....nice one!
12:54 AM, December 18, 2010