what is not insight
There he stood looking at the sky
the sun was shining above
as he lay there it went by
out sprung a flower of mauve
intrigued in the smallest of things
a smile appeared in sight
witnessing the blooming he sings
the timing was just so right
the growing of the tree was it
his heart started racing fast
how hard the beauty had hit
he had to look back in his past
the wind that blew picked up some leaves
then talking to a tall tree
the feeling of it he receives
much is being showed to see
he takes his time to soak it up
the way the birds fly up high
he cant control it like a pup
he lets out oh my oh my
its the green humans yearn for
that makes them feel limitless
when in truth it should be more
of which that is measureless
joy is faith which happiness brings
the narrow minded cant see
the true beauty and form of things
we all have a way to be
from the leaves in the tall tall tree
the tingling it leaves inside
elegance is what is to be
appearing most on the outside
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