Jazmin Nakia Blackwell

Happy Days

Looking out the window
at this gloomy, sunless day
I see the trees just as
green as can be.

Outside, I hear the sound of
No birds, Or children at play
But the beautiful sound of the
Strong wind blowing through
The dancing tree's
Is enough to make any
Broken Heart at ease.

If each day were the same for me
I truly believe I would die.
That's why is don't care for T.V
It always repeats the same things
In the world Death, War, Money
Well if that's what society wants
To dwell on that's fine with me.
But I think I'll just take my chances
With the Dancing Tree's.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 9, 2009

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  • Shekhar JoshiShekhar Joshi (7/26/2009 1:14:00 PM)

    But I think I'll just take my chances
    With the Dancing Tree's............wow.....that's exactly me......


    excellent writing.... ;)

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  • Jada Barnes (7/25/2009 9:33:00 AM)

    Playful insight to this system of things we dwell in.
    Nice touch.

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