daydreaming it away;

daydreaming it away
lost, gone, fallen
from the high branch from she sat
blissfully aware
of reality.

little world, alone
planting flowers
and singing songs
like a cloud in july
content in solitude.

caress of breezes
that dance playfully among the trees
sending autumn leaves rustling
to the ground they gently land.

crunch, crunch
a musical symphony of crackles
feet treading the earth and fallen branches
as she wanders in her reverie.

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