The springtime blossoms with color and light
The very air is thick with life
The sky orbits a world of new, new, new
The sky orbits a world dancing for me and you
The song of the birds drifts through the trees
The grasses buzz with the sound of bees
These are the things the optimist sees.
I see the rain,
I see the pollen
I see the pain,
I see the fallen
The allergies and the stingers of bees
These are the things that the pessimist sees.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
