The Earth

Thu, 09/15/2016 - 15:53 -- labner1

I french kiss the morning,

And open my eyes,

The sun is smiling; the clouds are high,

I jump out of bed, and grab my book,

Then search in earnest for a quiet nook,

I finish my story and hike the trail,

Climbing a mountain; the trek I prevail,

I run to the arms of the one I love,

Passion and fire in an innocent hug,

I smile at the Earth that beckons to me,

Come on! Get up!

It's time to be free.

This poem is about: 
Me

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