Forest

At peace in the trees.

The noise and a gently breeze.

Animals home.

Mine as well in it i never feel alone.

Cool shade.

Thick grass with flowers lightly sprayed.

I hate crowds.

i would rather watch the clouds.

People i mind.

I prefer the peace from the woods i find.

Cutting them down do you want die?

They give air to you and i.

They also alive, like you or me.

Even though it seems hard to see.

It's home to animals too.

I wouldn't destroy some ones home to build a store, would you?

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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