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This Morning
This morning I walked out hoping to
Feel the touch of the fresh air
Hear the voices of beautiful birds
Smell the fragrance of flowers
See the glorious sunrise
Greet the swaying trees
Stand in green fields
Touch green grass
Breathe in a gentle breeze
Love the nature around me
Instead…
This morning I walked out to
Feel the touch of smoke
Hear the voices of doors slamming
Smell murderous petroleum
Greet the abysmal morning traffic
Stand on grey concrete
Touch the horror around me
Breathe in pollution around me
Hate that nature isn’t around me
What a beautiful morning
Feel the touch of the fresh air
Hear the voices of beautiful birds
Smell the fragrance of flowers
See the glorious sunrise
Greet the swaying trees
Stand in green fields
Touch green grass
Breathe in a gentle breeze
Love the nature around me
Instead…
This morning I walked out to
Feel the touch of smoke
Hear the voices of doors slamming
Smell murderous petroleum
Greet the abysmal morning traffic
Stand on grey concrete
Touch the horror around me
Breathe in pollution around me
Hate that nature isn’t around me
What a beautiful morning
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