An ordinary day

Busy bee collecting nectar

Beetles hiding in the petals for its prey

It’s a an ordinary day in the garden

A gentle breeze caresses your cheek

As the swift flies you by

It’s an ordinary day in the sky

A pigeon pecking for bits of bread

As the dog lays down its nodding head

It’s an ordinary day on the ground

I look at you and you look at me

We smile now because we’re free

It’s not an ordinary day for us clowns

But our life starts now

For happiness is starting their round

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