Poem Of The Day #5

Blue and white and pink with a spring breeze.
Flowers smile, grass sing, trees impatient to turn green 
while I'm sitting here, 
toiling in front of the computer screen.
I dream of going outside. 
Probably being a farmer, but no farming knowledge,
or a gardener, but no gardening skills. 
How about a nomad, like my ancestors in Gobi Desert? 
But I can't ride a horse.
It's spring. 
Shed the gloom and throw away the complaints.
Be an idler,
be happy.

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