I stare up at the trees
Breathe in the cool breeze
Watch the flight of the bees
Migrate to flowers as far as the eye sees
Drop down to my knees
Ask the Lord please
Do not allow me to freeze
Must pick the right keys
So the negative emotions I release
They’ve become a disease
Everyone agrees
Let the words put me at ease
Truthfully to some degrees
I must share my expertise
On how control of your life you seize
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