Poetry
1 min
Beauty
Harper Shah
Riding in the car, this warm Spring day
I think of all the things I will see and play
The beauty in the sky, the green leaves on the trees,
All the things that are beautiful, right here for my eyes to see
A bird flying through the clouds, where will it go
Will it be Switzerland, Ireland or perhaps north to the snow
I think of all these things while I'm riding in the car,
the beauty that surrounds me, both near and afar.
I think of all the things I will see and play
The beauty in the sky, the green leaves on the trees,
All the things that are beautiful, right here for my eyes to see
A bird flying through the clouds, where will it go
Will it be Switzerland, Ireland or perhaps north to the snow
I think of all these things while I'm riding in the car,
the beauty that surrounds me, both near and afar.
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