I some times wish that I could be,
A bird perched high up in a tree,
So I can sing a beautiful song
And have others sing along.
I some times wish that I could be
A flower growing beneath a tree,
To give the world a little color
And free the mind of it's clutter.
I some times wish that I could be
The grass that grows beneath a tree,
To protect a child if they fall,
so they will have no scrape at all.
I some times wish that all could see,
All the beauty including the tree.
Stop, listen, smell, and feel,
So life doesn't spin you on a reel.
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How beautiful a poem, and I have read many. Well, some would say, "But you're so young, you must have other interests." True, I have many interests, but sometimes it's good for everyone to just take a while out to ease their soul. That is what I do when I read poems. So I can truly say this is a very descriptive and beautiful poem.
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