A spider spins it's web indoors.
Though it will not catch any flies.
A flower grows through the cracks in the road.
Though it's not meant to be there.
Vines wrap around a cement building.
Though that's not where they're supposed to grow.
A bear sifts through someone's garbage.
Though that's not proper food.
It's clear to see.
That man can build and destroy,
All that nature has created.
But it's clear to see.
That nature will always find a way.
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That Poetry Book
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
