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Sade Rowland Apr 2020
Nature is everything that wasn’t created by man,
It cannot be controlled by anyone.
I admire the beautiful trees that sway from left to right,
And the delightful blue sea that is filled with marine life.

I admire waking up every day to an amazing sunrise,
And going to bed to a charming sunset.
I admire being a part of a world so bright,
But wait,
I can’t forget about the night, the moon, and the stars that are ever so bright.

I admire the cool breeze giving me goosebumps.
I admire the gentle flowing of rivers and waterfalls that makes me meditate,
It reminds me to never build feelings such as hate.
I admire how nature takes care of itself and mankind,
I surely cannot tell nature it has its time.

Nature is everything that wasn’t created by man,
It cannot be controlled by anyone.
I admire that nature is always going to be there,
And because of that,
I admire the fact that nature truly do care.

Sade Rowland
Sade Rowland Apr 2020
O how I love the sounds of nature
I’m not a fan of the rain but I accept it.
I’m not a fan of the night neither whereby everything seems mysterious and not much light to see whose doing what but I accept it.

I accept it because it’s apart of nature.
I do enjoy the sunlight and I am a fan of the sun,
Whereby I can swim my heart out
Whereby I can take glowing pictures with my bright smile and dreadlocks with potential.

I am really a big fan of nature,
I mean I actually wake up in the morning and open my window to look at the sunrise and thank Mother Nature for her blessings.

I want to sweat and be able to drink a milkshake or a cold cup of water because of it.
Tell me if I’m wrong but what am I supposed to do when it rains and I’m in bed all day. Movies are not my best activity, neither to read,
But I accept it.

So that’s why I’m here writing this poem because it’s raining.
Come back sun, come back I plea.
I’ll be super happy until I see the sun again.
So I just accept it.
Sade Rowland Apr 2020
It waits for no one,
not even for the most powerful and rich.
It moves on the same paste from when we all know ourselves.

It could never be controlled,
never.
I wonder if it rewinds sometimes,
Because then I could say I know the reason for deja vu.

It can be very funny when we say "time fly's fast"
Or "time is moving very slow"
It makes me wonder and think.
But what I do know,
It waits for no one.

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