A place to go with two,
The cool forest air, and the sunshine stare,
The flowin falls singing bout the color of her hair,
and mother natures arms are wrapping around ,
and her blanket of comfort absorbs you,
but you keep swattin at all her bugs,
that you know are meant to be there,
an everything grows so natural,
an everything grows so free,
if you let it,
just leave it be
geeeez, youre quite the poet. i really really like that. You made your words flow beautifully, like the waterfall. Metaphor!
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