Day after day working in the sun
Staring at the grove and the great beyond
Dreaming of that place I'll come to know
A shady refuge where rest is my home
Watching others as they carry on
Clinging to their riches rejoicing in the sun
Playing power games all day long
But all their money they can't save
And that place in my heart they have no claim
For all the lost gold from the days of old
Could shelter you from the weight of the load
I'm waiting for my little shady grove
Sweating everyday trying to earn a way
So I can find my place in the shade
To get out of the sun and rest away
A fools thought keeps me singing along
And the thrills of life are reflected upon
The dream that remains woven into my heart
Is enough for anyone to start
Clinging to the refuge of soul
Reveries and nightingales all that remain
A shady grove of my own
A place forever known
Resting in the shade
About the Creator
Schmalz
Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.
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