By Marie B. Poulos

Stop and smell the flowers
Lay in fields for hours
Feel your feet in the sand
Watch the ocean roll to land.
See the pastures so green
Wondering what this all means
Look to the sky
Only to cry.

Wonder where your life is going.
Sitting there just not knowing.
Wanting answers to your dreams
Wondering if it's as it seems.

Going around with your feet on the ground.
Wanting to fly, not knowing how high.
Wanting to feel just a little better
When life feels as high as a mound.

Submitted By venus

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