Nautre and Itself
Finding myself,to whom I am,or whom I'll be.
Rain drop on a maple leaf,life on a butterfly patiently.
Thousands of pounds tumbling down ,and many times, that I dream.
Of heavens bounds,that I see clearly,or the sun that sets over the streams.
Mountains as tall as oil rigs,or maybe the birds that fly over the skys.
Though not always aware of my surroundings,Is still misunderstood why
Copyright © Brittany Mccormick | Year Posted 2006
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