I saw my city today through a birds eye.
I was tall...wayyy up high.
Precipitation didn't bother me.
My view was filled with mother nature's beauty.
The clouds drizzled wet stuff.
As I admired the skyline it seemed fair enough.
And in the far beyond where the buildings met with the sky.
They intertwined with grace. As they entertained my doting eye.
I watched people with there comes and goes.
I noticed many places I've been but still had I don't knows.
I saw my city through a birds eye.
There is plenty green and hardly smoke.
I saw a glimpse of heaven in that far beyond.
Perhaps you were there looking right at me and that is why the far beyond was magical to me.
RIP
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
I saw my city today through a birds eye.
I was tall...wayyy up high.
Precipitation didn't bother me.
My view was filled with mother nature's beauty.
The clouds drizzled wet stuff.
As I admired the skyline it seemed fair enough.
And in the far beyond where the buildings met with the sky.
They intertwined with grace. As they entertained my doting eye.
I watched people with there comes and goes.
I noticed many places I've been but still had I don't knows.
I saw my city through a birds eye.
There is plenty green and hardly smoke.
I saw a glimpse of heaven in that far beyond.
Perhaps you were there looking right at me and that is why the far beyond was magical to me.
RIP
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
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