The beauty of the world


As I sit by my window I see birds flying and
the trees blossoming with flowers blooming
and people walking by and talking. I say
to myself, why people don't stop to see
the beauty of the world. people are always
rushing by and complaining about everything.
When they can stop to smell the fresh air
and seeing all the beautiful things in the world,
and enjoy it. I know that it is hard right now
but that doesn't mean that you have to
give up on everything. You are still alive
and breathing to do the things you have
to do and the things you enjoy. By thinking
positively and being positive you can enjoy
what mother nature has created.

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