So I lay ever so still,
Just listening to the soft wind,
Gently brushing the brightly colored leaves on the tree's,
And the carpet of grass.
The warm sun rays blind me as I open my eyes.
Return to the reality that I just left a minute ago.
I don't want to live in their world.
I want to be like the grass,
I want to be like the trees.
One with the wind,
Free and careless.
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Simple Paradise
This is a quick poem I made just to show you how I write.
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