All
All this water I think it's call a sea,
All this blue color but why it's frighting to me.
All these boats with all this sand,
all these people walking on this land.
All these clouds with all this sky
all these trees but some about to die.
All the birds looking for food,
sometimes I share it depends on my mood.
All these dogs walking in this park,
all these things leaving before it's dark.
All these hands connected together showing their love,
all us created from one above.
All this blue color but why it's frighting to me.
All these boats with all this sand,
all these people walking on this land.
All these clouds with all this sky
all these trees but some about to die.
All the birds looking for food,
sometimes I share it depends on my mood.
All these dogs walking in this park,
all these things leaving before it's dark.
All these hands connected together showing their love,
all us created from one above.
This Poems Story
Me sitting at the beach looking at things
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