Enchanted Places

I smile at the cars whizzing by

I am glad to be in this enchanted place

The hum of the cars and the chirps of the crickets

Create the orchestra of man and plant

I bob my head to the tune, even close my eyes

I sit on the wall and lower my gaze,

The grasses below me waving hello

Without even stepping on them,

I can tell they have fresh dew

I stay there, entranced

I don’t know how long

I hear someone calling my name

I turn around to see my friend waving

I follow, leaving the magic behind

Goodbye, I will be back

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