Why rush the day away,
Strolling around the wetlands,
On a summers day,
With ducks and swans on the lake,
Drifting with the breeze in a relaxing way,
A kingfisher darts from place to place,
Betrayed by a streak of blue,
Bulrushes sway with the rhythm of a clock,
The hours pass by,
Tick tock !
This day will soon be a memory,
For soon it will be tomorrow......
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