Fern holding a book.

My Life
by Bethany

My life means hours and hours,

in a field of flowers.

Holding my dog,

while sitting on a log.

My life means hours and hours,

in a field of flowers.

Running like the wind,

on my horse named Lavind.

My life means hours and hours,

in a field of flowers.

Playing hide'n'seek with my cat,

wondering where he's at.

My life means hours and hours,

in a field of flowers.

With all my animals by my side,

ready to love them with my arms open wide 

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