The Truth
The feeling of trees surronding you, have a sense of good, comfort, and home. As I pass an open field I see sadness and great sorrow. It's something that we may take for granted. As we take without asking, out actions speak much hate. We look without seeing, hear without listening, and wonder without caring; as our pride gets in the way.
written: 3-15-11
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