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.
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