Original post by keithgarretpoetry🌟


I’m here, blind at times to what’s around me waiting for myself to see,

Sitting here at this moment quiet with no soul to keep me company.

Feeling lonely but as i turn my eyes to this world, notice do i something,

There’s much life watching me, i never listen but now i can hear as what’s

Surrounding me is telling me something, it’s talking to me.

There stands a tree, its branches swinging in the wind like arms,

Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings it to life as i hear the sound.

The grass dances as a breeze travels on by singing as it says goodbye,

When i sit upon it a feeling it has as also this friend of green feels me.

On a shrub a bird sits and whistles in the sun,

Saying hello to it as away in the sky this bird flies.

There are…

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