What Am I
What Am I
April 22, 2019
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You heard the birds
as they sing outside.
They are not alone
You can see me from inside.
What am I?
I love being there
In the still of the morn.
You miss my beauty and
I feel forlorn.
What am I?
The sun shines on me
It feels so good,
Come share with me
I get lonely too.
What am I?
You cannot get around me
But I’ll let you through.
It will soon be over
Look for the blue.
What am I?
Made a movie about me
So long ago,
It wasn’t nice and
Was so untrue.
What am I?
Best view of me
Is from mountain top high.
You look down on me,
My beauty you can’t deny.
What am I?
Enjoy me for now
As the sun won’t let me lay.
Don’t worry my friends
I’ll be back another day.
I am the Fog.
Copyright © Robert Moore | Year Posted 2019
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