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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