NaTuRe iS fReEdOm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's about nature and how I feel when outside.

Submitted: November 21, 2008

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Submitted: November 21, 2008



The dirt, the dirt, between your toes. The smell of it rises up to your nose. That familiar smell, the smell you knew when you were young Every day at the playground, a song to the dirt you sung.

The wind, the wind, blowing through your hair. Of everything around you, you were unaware. When swinging on the swing, it blew in your face. A soft gentle breeze, filled with warmth and grace.

The leaves, the leaves, rustling as you ran by. Not known that in the Fall, they’d all fall off and die. For you thought they would be there, from the beginning to the end. You didn’t know that with time things change and bend.

The birds, the birds, to you they are calling. In a world spiraling down, your mind is now falling. With the soft song of a distant mocking bird, More sweet and innocent that anything ever heard.

The river, the river, rushing down below. As you look over the edge, your feelings start to show. You feel as if your in your own world, a world so secluded. A world where only you can go, where bad feelings are excluded.

The branches, the branches, hanging hight above the ground. As the rain drips from the limbs, there is a small splashing sound. Looking up, you see water drops falling from the sky. You look down to the ground, and your soul starts to fly.

Your soul, your soul, flying high above the world, high above everything, And like the birds in the trees, it starts to sing. Singing your joy, joyful just to be free, Suddenly you realize, nature isn’t that different from you and me.

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