My Free Style Poem
Inner Peace
They sit upon the green grass,
looking up at the blue sky.
Soaking up the sun’s rays,
like it was their whole life.
Wishing that they would never,
have to leave this place of beauty.
Wishing that the world would just stop,
for at lease one moment.
To let the human population,
take a picture and soak it all in.
To breath the clean crip air,
that floats around, and gives life to so many.
To put hatred aside,
for one last look,
before the beauty falls away.