The grass is green
the wind is blowing
and I cant help but feel that my soul is glowing
brighter and brighter with my loving stare
as the others can't help but glare.
I appreciate the world much more than most
but I am definitely not here to boast.
As I look up into the bright blue sky
I turn it grey and I say goodbye.
Nobody likes what I have done,
but nobody appreciates nature as much as I.
They fight and fight
throughout the day and night
trying to build the forest up again.
but I tear it down
tree by tree,
nobody appreciates nature as much as me.
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
