Looking up at the cerulean sky,
I sit on the cool grass with a contented sigh.
At peace with the world as clouds drift by,
To say it wasn't beautiful would be a lie.
I take in the view of nature's grace,
And the thick grey fog so out of place.
The chirping birds, and the radiating sun,
Coupled with the distant shots of a gun.
The colourful concoctions nature displays,
Is enough to keep anyone in a tranquillised daze.
It's a shame that soon it won't be here,
I get up and leave as the fog draws near.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
