The ground sways beneath me,
Leaves rustle behind,
They long to be free,
It’s like they have their own mind.
What if they do?
Would that be too bad?
I’m sure it wouldn’t, for I would be glad.
There are creatures all around us,
Wheather flowers or an ant
And when I hear them getting crushed
I want to rant.
I can hear the ocean tide
though I’m far away cast to the side.
I imagine the colors
though I can’t see the hues.
I can hear the cow chomping,
I can hear their lively moos.
I really can’t see,
They say I’ve lost my mind,
Though all I am really is just blind.
Some of the blind would love to see
But I’m too scared to think about how it would be.
I hear the radio.
I hear about the smoke and smog.
I hear about the whole tree that’s cut down
to get a single log.
Why does everything have to be bad?
Can’t we just change the game and not be mad?
Can’t we learn to be happy?
Not to be Sad?
For nature,
let’s try our best
and forget about the rest.
Plant a tree,
let autumn come
the leaves be free.
Can’t we learn to be happy?
To appreciate?
That’s just my point of view
inside of me.
Sampreethe's Journal 