Cursed and pranked uponI used to love waking up early in the morning,
Just to sit outside and watch the sun rise,
And absorb the first of its rays.
I used to love sitting under a tree at noon,
When the rays were just too hot to handle,
And watch birds fly about.
I used to love all these things,
'Til I knew exactly how the birds' lyrics went,
I used to think their song a dulcet one,
'Til I was informed that they sang for courtship,
And that they cursed anyone who closely listened.
I used to love it when it rained softly,
Always wished I could stand outside and have it rain on me,
But never did 'cause of fear of being bedridden,
I stayed indoors and listened to its drumming on the roof,
Watched through the window as the droplets hit the ground,
A fraction of a second separating each punch.
I used to love it when it drizzled for hours on,
'Til I uncovered its hidden mission and agenda,
That at night the clouds sang a lullaby to get me to sleep,
So that in my sleep I may dream of Constantia.
I used to love all these until I listened closely.
I may wake up one morning and declare my love for some things,
Like sitting on the banks of a quiet, peaceful stream,
Or seeing a peacock with its feathers out-streched,
I may say I love all these things,
'Til I listen closely and comprehend.
Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2007-01-25 at 12:52
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