To Be The Most - Poem by Drake Carwell
Gazing out the window to see the beauty,
Such Beauty, to be out there in the sweet breeze.
Blowing peacefully through the tall grass,
And most of the bushes nearby. Most.
Oh to be a tree, strong and dignified as the Earth
And the ants that inhabit it.
Oh to be as tall as the tree,
Taller than most of the trees that surround it. Most.
Oh to be a cloud, with its head high in the sky,
High as a diamond in the sky.
Oh to run as fast as the cloud,
Faster than most of the clouds that fly on by. Most.
Oh to be the sun, a large part of this world,
Larger than the sun itself.
Oh to be as bright as the sun,
Brighter than most of the immediate stars. Most.
Oh to be the most.
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