Warm wind and vibrant green
The world is coming to life
Don't hide behind that screen
I need to understand my drive
Sitting upon a meadow
Of newly born grass
Birds welcome the warmth
A moment like this, I cannot pass
The sun warms my skin
As I lie down
The wind caresses and bends
Oh, those poor people in town
They don't understand fresh air
Or sleeping in a field of flowers
This world, we cannot share
I could lie here for hours
The distant mooing of cows
So soft, it lulls me to sleep
This peace, do not rouse
As I begin to count sheep
Let my weary soul rest
As I float on a bed of pollen
This type of relaxation is the best
Sleep awaits as it draws in
So I let sunshine
Take hold of my limbs
Everything is fine
Knowing this sunlight never dims
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The Poems Of Me
PoesiePoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
