i find myself so entrapped in the negatives of this world that i fail to see the positives
the beauty in a growing plant,
or a dying beast.
the beauty of a book-
once a tree, standing tall, creating homes for all sorts of things,
then cut down, chopped up-
turned into paper.
and upon it printed beautiful words, telling of worlds far away-
and characters so real they could've stepped out of the pages.
isn't it so beautiful how one thing can become an entire other world?
this summer holds many adventures waiting:
graduation
next week I leave this school behind
the begining of an end
ice cream and treats with friends
playing with the neighborhood dogs
10 years i've spent here
this cottage by the sea
these 10 years i've spent here
have become a part of me
long i've stood on this shore
the tides come in and out
and so my heartbeat follows:
in and out
A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see:
far away, one might glimpse
a wandering soul
a little fox,
fur white as the snow
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek
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