I wish I were in a place lush and green,
Than the place I have been is rather dusty and dry.
It is longer or shorter than it's seem,
I look around my ground and feel like I want to cry.
It is so lifeless and I try,
I want to fly away in my dream.
I do not know why,
I feel like I want to scream.
To travel to a place that is very high,
Is what I mean.
From food banks I like to eat rye,
It keeps my brain and body lean and keen.
Sad people do make me sigh,
From that of which I have seen.
The time that I go traveling by,
Is the time that I have been.
I am not going to lie,
I eat the cans of the bean.
Asking why,
Everyone is in sin.
The bird does fly,
Way up there in that sky.
My, oh my.
Will I ever finish this poem before I die?
Everything goes around,
Past the sky and...
past the ground,
This bread is very bland.
About the Creator
Sarah Parish
I believe in symbiosis, and that there is a singular dominant God of the universe,
Also, the love poems are dedicated to my husband, and the rest are dedicated to my family!
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