What is Fun? (poem)

One of my old friends called me up out of the blue and asked me, “How is life?”
I replied, “Its fun.”
She inquired,” What kind of fun?”
This is what I told her.

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Fun is to feel the cool sprinkler water on face and hands.

Fun is to walk through the dried maple leaves in the park.

Fun is to listen to the melodious chirping of the birds.

Fun is to look at the joyful swaying of the leaves.

Fun is to cherish the gentle kissing of the cool breeze.

Fun is to able to enjoy all this, everywhere and at all times.

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Aum Tat Sat