~Shades of Gold~

~Breathe~

Breathe...

The leaves speak in whispers quiet,
They drink in the sun of their diet.
The beautiful sun warms the earth,
The tulips present all their worth.

The quiet birds of wing and song,
Forever they sing, for they belong.
Let their pretty calls never die,
Let them always belong to the sky.

Not many see what this world is like,
Even those silent ones in a psych.
No one will ever see Earths true wildlife,
Never shall they witness when holding the knife.

The sun is going down real low,
Only dreamers dance in the afterglow.
Waves crash against rough sand,
Very few appreciate the fatherland.

Birds of prey hunt at noon,
Owls hoot at their moon.
A doe lays down with her fawn,
Wolves hunt till mornings dawn.

Fish escape the Bears grasp,
A foxes call turns to a gasp.
Squirrels chatter to a friend,
Leaves they slowly descend.

A soft breeze travels through the air,
Even such peace is ever so rare.
Away from the bustling streets,
Here no one but your mind greets.

Silhouettes dance with the trees,
Their dance is a disease.
Not one man who sins shall see it,
Dreamers are ones who are fit.

For its only the dreamers who breathe,
Flowers bestowed upon their heads as a wreathe.
A sinners hate condemns them all,
They're at fault for their own voice is small.

For the ones who break the rules,
The ones who use their wealth like fools.
They shall never breathe the sweet scent of Earth,
For this planet harnesses so much worth.

Tulips reach their petals longingly skyward,
Trees take the air, make it restored.
Dandelions blow in the summer sun's wind,
All these beauties one cannot see if sinned.

If a dreamer begins to dream,
And for once they don't scream.
Take that chance and harness the thought,
Breathe in the air at a place they once fought.

Breathe in;
Because under your skin,
There's a force you can't ignore.
Good and evil clash at war.

For underneath the beauty of Earth,
Behind all of the planet's worth,
One species destroys everything they touch.
They never see how much.

Breathe in the air that ends that evil,
Bring forth the dawn from times of medieval.
When only good shows its quiet sense,
Then the air becomes so intense.

Breathe in the air of this planet,
Rock wastes away then granite.
For because of us this my all be gone,
Memorize the simple beauty of the ongoing dawn.

Breathe...
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Music is not mine but photo is. enjoy!