In our hurry
We forget
To look at life
And see the beauty,
It's all we can imagine
With the scenery
And the caring
Of our environment,
Not only with love
But with hate
To have the ability
To forget and relate,
I don't know where I'm going
Or if I'll make it
But if I can't care
I could try and fake it.
The ground I see
Is the one I watch
With the decibels of sound
Going up a notch,
Don't forget to appreciate
Your surroundings
Because they were given to you
Always changing our foundings.
A bird in the wind
Moves only to others
He feels no progress
His head fills with bothers,
He wants to go
He's afraid of this place
To be free and gone
In this human race.
Look and see
The beauty around
Listen hard
And love the sound,
The earth and flowers
That speckle our ground
The beauty inlaid
Of earth is found,
Get your head
Out of your ass
To taste the sweetness
Of nature's grass.
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