Alike In Our Differences
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If you are confused about the meaning of this poem, the following description would be helpful! When writing this poem, like all of my poems, I had no idea where it was going. Gradually it started to turn into describing the different forms of expression mankind and nature use. A lot of people wonder why artist's (writers, painters, etc) are drawn back to nature and put so much animation behind the idea when obviously, nature doesn't talk or communicate by normal human means. Maybe to some people it seems like forcing life into a shoe lace? When you get down to it, mankind and nature have quite a lot in common.
Boy do I sound like a tree hugger.
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