And it is not a lot,
There, I'm done, and now my eyes will wander,
Without another thought.
I contemplate the items around me,
There's not one nat'ral thing,
Even if I look out of the window,
I see artificial everything,
The guy coaxing his leashed dog in the car,
Trees planted in their place,
Bushes and flowers from other countries,
And my reflected face.
It will not change,
It's the world where we live,
Now I've got to snuggle with my daughter,
And bask in her natural innocence.
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