See the bird, and how it flies,
See the wolf, and hear its cries.
See the tree, with leaves of gold,
See its trunk, twisted and old.
Smell the dew, in morning light,
Hear the Crickets, sing at night.
Smell the salt, in coastal air,
Feel the breeze, flow through your hair.
See the world, in all its glory,
Listen, to mother natures story.
This is all that will ever matter,
you are the world!
- Author: G (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 6th, 2019 15:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Take it back to the origins
- Category: Unclassified
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