Distracted
The sun,
It’s rays heating the skin.
The breeze,
Lifting the hair.
The path,
Guiding our feet.
But yet we are blind
To natures true gift
Avoiding the grass beneath out shoes
Distracted and forgetful,
We let technology rule.
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