Sometimes I feel jealous of my pets, which is absolutely nothing to worry about. Just another day spent taking in the breathtaking scenery of the planet.
They have a careless sparkle in their eyes. No worries were there in their dream, They frolic and play with such pure souls as they discover their way in the embrace of nature.
No tasks to complete, no bills to pay, Just love and joy all day long, With their tails raised high and their laughter, they chased butterflies.
Oh, to experience the pure joy of existence, To let go of the wrongs in the world, run beside them through verdant meadows And participate in the spectacle of nature.
Sometimes when I look at my dogs, I can understand how life was really supposed to be, and in their world of innocence and sweetness, I can find serenity and a place to escape for my soul.
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