Once, I knew there,
Was a fern that would sway its magical leaves.
Every morning when I thought of it,
tiny birds would be released,
That would chirp at my window sill.
Every day they would talk to me,
filling my head with wondrous thoughts.
Their life was so simple,
Making mine too like theirs.
Crooked and cunning, I never thought,
For I looked at the world as a bundle of joy,
My day, every day would flash before my eyes,
Before they go back to their home,
Into their beloved fern.
That fern loved me and I loved her,
This made me enjoy the bliss of life,
Every bit of it,
Without turning back.
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