The TV Of Reality

   Seeing the tree,

Touching its leaf,

Feeling it's bark,

Sensing it's heart.

 

Hearing the wind,

Tasting the breeze,

My soul it will mend,

It will do as it please.

 

Throwing a rock,

Watching it fly,

Hearing it drop,

Out of the sky.

 

As I fall asleep,

In a field of grass,

My happiness it shall reap,

My soul it shall pass.

 

Some never leave first tee,

As I live my reality.

-TardisRobber

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

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well said

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like the message behind this poem

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