Lullaby.
Treetops, high.
Clouds pass by.
Darkened sky.
Knots untie.
Touch my thigh.
Oh, my!
Bright sky.
View so pretty,
Of the city.
Makes me gitty,
Also witty.
Colors shift
As clouds drift.
Sight is a gift.
Truths I sift.
Shadows cast
On a forest, vast.
Nice contrast.
It doesn’t last.
Partly clear sky.
No tears in my eye.
Time to fly.
God, my ally.
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