environmentalawareness
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I'm cursed, on the inside I'm hopeless & vacant;
I seek help for I need some sort of placement;
I struggle to understand and how to feel;
Am I a monster, for I must not be real;
I hear your heavy, beating wings
That fill the warm summer air.
Some hide in fear of your stings.
However your flight is a glorious affair.
Watching you; full of fuzz
The snow falls
On her tail,
on his wing.
It settles slowly,
carefully,
silently.
During the day, the birds, the dogs
run and play
while the bears and frogs
slumber away.
