My World Poem by Grace DeVon miller

My World



it is a meadow
full of grass
trees suronded it to make a breez
this is truely my happy place
as i sit alone in this meadow
i see life away from people
as i sit alone i hear nothing but trees
this is my happy place
suronded by trees
in my own littel world
this is where i go to think
this is my world
a simple meadow alone with trees.

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