My Green Heart

I wish there were a planet

where we could just grow things.

Who's we?

It's you and me.

Giving back to 

creation

in it's

finest

quality.

Flowers

growing 

tall

and 

trees are almost

always

in 

fall.

I believe in love,

like a burglar in

the 

night,

when the lights

are gone

and curtains drawn,

stolen 

are these

hearts

of ours.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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