The world is yours


you are everything ever created in this world

you are the little boy running through the park

and his mother chasing after

you are the activist chained to a tree

and the bulldozer threatening their life

you are the bear hiding in the woods

and the hunter searching with his knife

this world was created for you to enjoy

for you are every life that has taken breath

you are the beauty of mother nature

and the brains of the gods

the only rule is to take care of yourself

everything in life was made for you to enjoy so don't waste it

on forgetting you're alive

nature poetry
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Erin Shannon

Freelance writer and photographer currently located Kingston ON


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