some kind of poem i wrote at 3am
The world is waiting.
The drops of water wading in the ocean breeze,
the sea salt surrounding the sharks and minnows.
Lively, green grass soaking up the same dew,
the sunshine searing the bark of a nearby oak tree.
The smiling mammals walking by with their most loving companions,
on the paved walkway which winds through the seaside park.
The playing children chatting about the plane so far above.
The eyes of the plane admiring the edges of the city limits,
following a truck's tracks treading outward and beyond,
to the billions of souls who feel only in riddles.
The mammals and minnows may live in ignorance,
but what is so hidden, equally exists.
The drops of water wading in the ocean breeze,
the sea salt surrounding the sharks and minnows.
Lively, green grass soaking up the same dew,
the sunshine searing the bark of a nearby oak tree.
The smiling mammals walking by with their most loving companions,
on the paved walkway which winds through the seaside park.
The playing children chatting about the plane so far above.
The eyes of the plane admiring the edges of the city limits,
following a truck's tracks treading outward and beyond,
to the billions of souls who feel only in riddles.
The mammals and minnows may live in ignorance,
but what is so hidden, equally exists.
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