Little Monkey

Little Monkey


little monkey in a tree
wondering when summer will return
missing the lush green grass
wondering where the fruit is hiding
wanting to swing from limb to limb
knowing now the ice would make him fall
hating the coldness of the wind
and there is no shelter at all
no where to run and no where to hide
but knowing the time will come
when once again summer arrives
he scratches his head and thinks to himself
again summer will arrive
and never again will I fly
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