Here I lie
Sophie Giles
Here I lie, in the grass,
staring at the open sky,
waiting for the cold to pass,
waiting for the birds to fly.
Wondering when spring will bloom,
when the sun will just shine through,
when winter meets its doom.
and the bugs come looking for you.
Why does winter seem so long?
With the snow that’s always rife.
Why can’t the rain just come along?
Making the trees come to life.
Here I lie, just outside,
waiting for the cold to subside.
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