thoughts on a grey Sunday morning.
what if the snow didn't fall in the dead of winter?
what if the birds didn't make their nests?
would the rivers still flow and would the butterflies still sing?
what if the trees didn't dance until the deer were gone?
what if our summer nights had no lightening bugs?
where would the children run to? where would they play?
what if the streets had no lights and the sky had no mind?
what if the grass didn't grow and the crows didn't fly?
where would time go if these things really happened?
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