I will not talk about love
Or the thoughts in my mind
I will talk about trees
And the air they provide
I will talk about the water
That is proof that too much of something vital
Will be the downfall like a rampaging tidal
I will talk about the Earth
That gives much more than it takes
I will talk about the sun
It will eventually kill us
But not at this moment
I will talk about the grass
How many soles has it seen
Yet it still jumps up every time
I will talk about the stars
And how perfect they may seem
But there's a reason they are so far
Any closer and we will really see
All of these things have lived long before love
And for this reason, they have survived
But us humans have been corrupted
By something that can't be seen
But has always been there
Since the absolute dawn of time
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Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.