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My shallow existence in this beautiful world I shall now paint you a picture, with powerful words Words that describe the joys of the birds How they move threw the sky as if nothing accrues. Brazing bison that stroll threw the world in powerful herds As the evolutionary pool is swiveled and swirled I look into the sun and try to fight its powerful rays My earth circles round it and brings me age by days It lights my life, i sleep and wait for its return to light my way It brings my garden to life to the vital part it dose plays I walk into the water, it sways me with calm But without a alarm it can be viscous cause harm I respect it. Its big and vast my plants weapon of arms Can take human life no way to disarm I lie down on the grass. To smell the flowers and bees I breath in and get the scent of apples and trees Trees are so green, cool wind of a breeze Bees wisk round pollen,but no sign of a sneeze Crisp white snow no foot print of mark Bright white moon that guides the way threw the dark It reveals a big brown oak with strong rich staggering bark My natural beautiful world gives me hope for my hearts.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
Joys of Life
My shallow existence in this beautiful world I shall now paint you a picture, with powerful words Words that describe the joys of the birds How they move threw the sky as if nothing accrues. Brazing bison that stroll threw the world in powerful herds As the evolutionary pool is swiveled and swirled I look into the sun and try to fight its powerful rays My earth circles round it and brings me age by days It lights my life, i sleep and wait for its return to light my way It brings my garden to life to the vital part it dose plays I walk into the water, it sways me with calm But without a alarm it can be viscous cause harm I respect it. Its big and vast my plants weapon of arms Can take human life no way to disarm I lie down on the grass. To smell the flowers and bees I breath in and get the scent of apples and trees Trees are so green, cool wind of a breeze Bees wisk round pollen,but no sign of a sneeze Crisp white snow no foot print of mark Bright white moon that guides the way threw the dark It reveals a big brown oak with strong rich staggering bark My natural beautiful world gives me hope for my hearts.
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joe-fitz
English
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
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