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Retracing My Roots But My Roots Have More Spiders Than I Remember

Summer breeze,
Laying beneath the trees
Hearing the buzzing of bees,
Pondering the question of life.

Watching the dragonflies,
Letting the time drip by,
Asking the question "why?"
Never wanting to leave this place.

No room for crying or tears,
I'm busy facing my fears,
Nature's the queen around here,
I'm on a hammock with a spider.