The evening breeze lingers.
The limbs of the tree branches point out like fingers.
The sun begins to warm and peak about the horizon
And Birds start to sing their sweet friendly tune
Serenading the flowers, tempting them to make their bloom.
The smell of nature fills my lungs with purity and truth.
It frees me from the bonds of society
It's seizes the whole of me, glazing my mind over with serinity and sobriety.
It is genuine and authentic.
Never asking for anything in return.
We have become blind and carcinogenic
We burn, abuse, and spurn.
The morning that I am breathing in today
Is the same morning I wish my son to see.
Sitting amongst the angelic ballet of nature upon display
Taking peace in the morning beneath a wonderful willow tree.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
The evening breeze lingers.
The limbs of the tree branches point out like fingers.
The sun begins to warm and peak about the horizon
And Birds start to sing their sweet friendly tune
Serenading the flowers, tempting them to make their bloom.
The smell of nature fills my lungs with purity and truth.
It frees me from the bonds of society
It's seizes the whole of me, glazing my mind over with serinity and sobriety.
It is genuine and authentic.
Never asking for anything in return.
We have become blind and carcinogenic
We burn, abuse, and spurn.
The morning that I am breathing in today
Is the same morning I wish my son to see.
Sitting amongst the angelic ballet of nature upon display
Taking peace in the morning beneath a wonderful willow tree.
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