The Beetles stop clicking
Once in a while
And you hear the wind humming
You can now paint the trees with words on your thoughtscape again
You hear the leaves rumbling mild
You see their shadow wobble like jellyfish on the ground
You can finally lift up your head and muse with the clouds again
It's blue softens your eyes
You ponder into its solitude
But the butterflies
The butterflies divert
The butterflies make you smile
So you smile
Once in a while
So you do smile.

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