My home
When I see outside my window
I see life ahead
Wanting to do better,
to learn,
to teach
Every dialog i have in my head wants to be listen
And when I get out of my house I feel like the Earth is listening
If the Earth is giving me the most important thing in life
I have this responsibility to do the same for it
I contemplate the grass,
Flowers,
Trees,
Palms,
Mountains,
The sky
Inspires me to take care of my home
When im in nature i feel complete
Human bodies were made to be part of it all
Every bend,
Rough skin,
Movement
Was made to fit in with the curves of the Mountains,
The sharp grass,
The way the wind can dance our bodies,
Sea waves making humans feel little
We are so small,
With such big power
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