Dream 2

Wed, 08/21/2019 - 02:32 -- Leesa

I walked outside, thinking that everything was gonna be alright.

My eyes filled with pride, helping me through this joyride.

The trees are red, mixed with tints of orange and yellow.

Then suddenly, I start to hear the sounds of a melancholic cello.

I ignored it, my eyes filled with such beauty.

Why is nature so pretty?

I walk down the road, letting my curiousity wander.

I found a few people to bother.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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