The sun shines down,
through the roof of the car.
I close my eyes,
to feel the beauty,
My eyes don't do it justice.
The earth's alive;
Everything in its own cycle.
Eyes can't appreciate
the beauty you feel inside.
Open up a little more.
The plates go around and around
melting into the earth.
The ocean's alive,
and everything renewed.
The earth's alive,
everything in its own cycle.
Eyes can't appreciate
the beauty you feel inside.
Open up a little more,
close your eyes
and feel inside.
Everything's alive.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
