Clear Water

Mon, 02/05/2018 - 16:29 -- magggie

Clear water

Clear skies

Green grass, sunshine

 

Warm rays hug skin

Gentle breeze blows by

 

Until the tide comes in

sun beats down

grass turns yellow

And the wind picks up houses

and throws them back to Earth

 

Nature is a friend who stays

Serenity is a friend who visits

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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