A Whisper in Your EarBy: Ryan Beodeker
Some would look and see a tundra.
Unable to peer past the obvious.
They see nothing but leave less trees;
greys and dark shades of brown,
not usual colors of a lush paradise,
a place that should not be.
Some can't see the world around them.
Stuck too long on what they see.
Forever they shall be trapped in misconception.
Far from the world of you and me.
We see the beauty all around us.
For eyes of lyricists can't unsee,
the true grace of Gaia,
wonderful complication surrounding us,
that gently whispers come with me.
She gently whispers, come with me.
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