Nature Poem: Backyards
1 Nature is grand,
Nature is wild,
But, my yard is bland,
And really mild.
5 Living in the city,
Means nature isn't always there,
Things look pretty gritty,
But then I step into the fresh air.
I think, maybe, well,
10 My yard isn't that bad,
I take in the smells,
And I feel kind of glad.
I dig through the garbage,
So I could find,
15 A beautiful piece of yardage,
A flower primed,
For my touch.
I took it into my house,
I washed off the sludge,
20 So I could see it sprout.
I gazed outside at the dirt,
Maybe nature is always here,
It felt a little strange in my heart,
And I felt sure,
25 Nature doesn't have to be amazing,
You just have to experience it,
You'll get its blessing,
And finally understand,
30 True beauty, is within.
Nature is wild,
But, my yard is bland,
And really mild.
5 Living in the city,
Means nature isn't always there,
Things look pretty gritty,
But then I step into the fresh air.
I think, maybe, well,
10 My yard isn't that bad,
I take in the smells,
And I feel kind of glad.
I dig through the garbage,
So I could find,
15 A beautiful piece of yardage,
A flower primed,
For my touch.
I took it into my house,
I washed off the sludge,
20 So I could see it sprout.
I gazed outside at the dirt,
Maybe nature is always here,
It felt a little strange in my heart,
And I felt sure,
25 Nature doesn't have to be amazing,
You just have to experience it,
You'll get its blessing,
And finally understand,
30 True beauty, is within.
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