Oh, the sights I see
On the mountain top I climb-
Where cities are the size of speckles
And roads are a mere thin line.
Oh the sights I see
On the edge of the world, the shore-
Where the sky goes on for days
And the ocean for even more.
Oh the sights I see
On a never ending plain-
Where windmills cut the air
And each direction seems the same.
Oh the sights I see
On a swamp's dock I walk-
Where crocs slither silent
And the stillness never stops.
Oh the sights I can see
When I move both near and far
Fill my cup- my soul- my spirit
When the world's tearing me apart.
Oh the sights I can see-
When all I must do is seek-
Gives me the strength I need
When I'm left feeling weak.
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Emanations Of The Heart
PoetryΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ
