Living
I am a man who breathes
A man who believes
In the whispering of trees
And in the buzzing of bees
Sailing across these oceans seas
The wind in the words to receive
As I listen to the breeze
This is what I perceive
The light itself
It exist within its self
Sitting upon a book shelf
These words sting to health
The cry for land and its wealth
Look what you’ve done to yourself
Look what we’ve done to our self
Living, I explain myself
Even though it may sound quite looney
As I look up at the full moony
The hooting of an owl does do sound groovy
Staring at this ruby
A magnificent treasure not just a bootie
Yea, she has such a nice round smoothie
Dare I even to say, that indeed it is magnificently beautiful cutie
Darling be my Lucy
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