Life helps me think
I had to sit and figure out
what helps me think without a doubt
I finally started to realize
What helps me think without despise
I think about what their life retrieves
and I think about what they believe
I think of how they live with food and breath
and it makes me think about their death
I also think about plant life
how taking in the sun can just be so nice
I cant forget how the animals survive
how they work hard and with every stride
The earth also has life
It spins on its own from day to night
so when im asked how my thinking manifests
I think of life at it's worse and at it's best.
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