(6th) - recent
When i'm outside, I feel free. The wind grasps my hair and pulls a tight hug around my body. The sky towers over me and watches the dance, as the leaves swirl around me.
When i'm outside, I hear mother nature calling my name. Energies flowing, the breeze howling. The sun brightens my day, and the moon relaxes my tense body. The grass tickles my feet, and the flowers guide me with their scent. No others in sight, only an empty tent.
When i'm outside, I hear spirits calling for me. Some mourn, some dance. Some wail, and some prance. I feel the soft hands of mother through the butterflies grazing against my skin.
When i'm outside, the stars shine their best, turning gazes over to the show. They shine so bright they flicker, and make me feel at home. They grow as the vines wrap around me, making me feel whole.
When i'm outside, i find my lost family. The love and attention I crave, the loud music of nature pounding through my ears in a rave. A haven of care, protection, and cherishing memories.
When i'm outside, its an escape from society. A place where i'm not judged, nor bothered. It's just me and mother. Listening to the soft breeze
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Poetry By A 6th Grader
PoetryPoetry written by a 6th grader that I know. She wants to share her poems with the world, and hopes other people enjoy or relate to them.
