This Is Why, I Strive To Try Poem by eve Taylor

I sat back,

on my little couch,

clasped my hands,

behind my head,

closed my eyes,

took a deep breath,

sighed,

opened up,

my tired eyes,

seeing through,

my pictured window,

upside down,

a sky so blue,

and within the hue,

pine tree,

with all it's little,

baby pine cones,

hanging from it,

made me smile,

for a quiet moment,

I saw,

the world,

peaceful,

a tiny glimpse,

of something beautiful.