i want to write beautiful poetry about the beautiful things in the world,
about how when the birds are having conversations our ears only hear the melodious chirps instead of the words underneath.
i want to write beautiful poetry about the beautiful things in the world,
about how the sky paints like Monet when the Sun wants to wake up somewhere else.
i want to write beautiful poetry about the beautiful things in the world,
about how the stars in the night resemble the stars in our eyes and our hearts,
about how instinct and survival perpetuate the world.
i want to write beautiful poetry about the beautiful things in the world,
about how the kindness and compassion of others will forever overrule the hatred and greed of our society.
i want to write beautiful poetry about the beautiful things in the world,
about how balance and synergy create and maintain the bare necessities,
about how opposites attract and love and hate and hurt and healing.
i want to write beautiful poetry about the beautiful things in the world,
about how we feel so deeply about things,
about how i feel so deeply about things.