Poem Hunter
Mind Of Its Own
MB (April 11,1989 / Ohio)

Mind Of Its Own

Our world seem to have a mind of its’ own
Green grass grow gradually
Streams and rivers flow gracefully down to meet the ocean
Oceans glide and slide with such ease
The stars above twinkle in the night sky
As the wind whispers wildly
They carry with them
Secrets of the unknown world that we have yet to discover

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nice poem melissa. keep writing.