I see the willow trees sway

Like metal chimes on a windy day,

And I hear the crash of waves

Such as the slam of a symbol in orchestra

And I smell nature in its pure form

Like the cleansed air after it rains.

But I can't get the picture.

Unlike you,

Camera grasped casually

And gusts blowing your har

Away from your face,

And you take the perfect shot,

You capture the moment,

Ignorant to its actual beauty.

And about that class you so easily pass

That I enjoy and want to be perfect in,

But it just doesn't click

Like the way your locker gently shuts.

You just shrug your one dainty shoulder,

Unaware of how lucky you are

To have everything

Just

Work

Out