These Leaves of Grass
While some inherit wealth, I inherit dirt.
I find beauty in what springs from the Earth.
These lives that bring with them so much worth.
In this place, I am free from all my hurt.
I spend my time underneath the trees.
Humming along into the sweet autumn breeze.
The essence of nature is what I want to seize.
I need to form these leaves into the most natural poetry.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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