Though you walk, you aren't bound, to the ground.
And maybe you fly, you aren't bound, to the sky.
But those who yearn, to learn, all there is,
Are bound by desire, and bound, to bright fire.
Those that adapt, to stride, or saunter,
They are bound, by the ever changing, the water.
Those of strength, stubborn, and true,
Are bound, to Mother Earth's, green and blue.
And the dreamers, with minds, in the clouds,
Are bound, to the air, and open thought.
The special ones, with all the gifts, are bound to all
As one will see, children of the universe, we strive to be
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Peaches
PoetryBook Four has arrived! Though I doubt many people will be just dying to read more XD Still here it is, hope you like it! P.S. I'm taking a creative writing class with a large poetry unit so a lot of strange new things for me! Have fun reading my att...
