To Be Outside
I see it everyday.
I love to be with it.
I love how it is so open.
I love to be outside.
Outside,
there are mountains with soaring peaks,
there are clouds blanketing the sky,
I love to be outside.
Outside,
there are forests of green that changes with the seasons,
there are forests of colorful rock walls, reds, browns, and oranges,
I love to be outside.
Outside,
there are fields of grass that children can run and play,
there are ponds and rivers to splash and play in,
I love to be outside.
Outside,
to be outside is to see the world,
to be outside, is to be free and to explore,
I love to be outside.
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