Nature is everywhere.
It's in the sky;
A content shade of blue that contains the sun and swirling clouds.
It's in the ground;
A field of the greenest of greens, swaying in the midst of the gentle breeze.
It's in the ocean;
An ever-moving, ever-twisting series of tides that sweep onto the sand.
It's in the forest;
A group of ridged-feeling trees waving hello and the smell of fresh pine needles.
It's in the sweet fruit;
An arrangement of fruit that tastes juicy and pure.
It's in you, and me;
An eye with the twinkle of the stars, and lips that curve into a smile.
Nature is everywhere.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
When I look at you…
I feel consumed by love.
I've never felt this strongly about another.
When I'm with you,
I feel completely whole and content.
Nothing in this world compares to you.
Pizza, I love you.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Dear iPhones,
You take away peoples' focus,
You consume their time.
You are the love of their lives.
People can't exist without you,
They need you.
Nothing is more important than you.
From, a slightly concerned member of society.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
Sadness is an orange pencil sharpener,
Twisting the pencil.
Shaving off the edges.
In a painful - sometimes unbearable - manner.
Sadness is an orange pencil sharpener,
Shaping the pencil into something better.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Nature is everywhere.
It's in the sky;
A content shade of blue that contains the sun and swirling clouds.
It's in the ground;
A field of the greenest of greens, swaying in the midst of the gentle breeze.
It's in the ocean;
An ever-moving, ever-twisting series of tides that sweep onto the sand.
It's in the forest;
A group of ridged-feeling trees waving hello and the smell of fresh pine needles.
It's in the sweet fruit;
An arrangement of fruit that tastes juicy and pure.
Nature is everywhere.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
The sun shining bright,
The grass starting to turn green,
Spring is nearly here.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
Spring:
The end of winter.
Rainy days and stormy clouds,
Humid days and muddy grounds.
Dead grass and dead leafs.
Old friends long gone,
Everyone thinking about their wrongs.
Something else stirring in the breeze.
Spring:
The beginning of something new.
New flowers blossoming,
And green grass growing.
The sun shining so bright.
Life begins wonderfully anew.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC