Come to think about it, dear guys
The falling rain is fun-tastic,
And listening to it, time just flies,
That the falling leaves are tree-refic.
When you clear the untouched patch of earth
You actually change the scenario,
Plow, harrow, and cultivate the dirt
Giving you a life-enhancing view.
Memories open a time to pray
Confessing on why I'm here, dear God
Help me clear the doubts, and let me stay
I am your son, a questioning lad.
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