Man, I have written a lot of poems and stories in the last year. I have in finally put them all on this blog for all my blog readers to read. They have been on Facebook for quite awhile, and I have decided to share them on blogger where more people have access to my words.
I write about anything and everything. Sometimes I'll just be hit with inspiration. I hope to never develop severe writers' block. I really enjoy writing and plan to continue doing it, regardless of whether people actually read this or not.
Everybody should write. It cleanses your mind and soul!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Running Outside
I ran
when it was ten degrees
I felt the wind on my ears
And the layers of long sleeves.
The drivers stared
As my sneakers sloshed in the shoulder of snow
I struggled.
My pace was so slow.
Every morning
People warm up their cars
I warm up my body
By running super far
I consider running on treadmills
But I'm no rat on a wheel
I need the outdoors
The air I can feel!
Icicle eyelashes
Soaked with cold sweat
I examine my ankles
No frostbite on me yet
I hop in the shower.
My day has just begun
It was bitter cold
But I completed my daily run.
when it was ten degrees
I felt the wind on my ears
And the layers of long sleeves.
The drivers stared
As my sneakers sloshed in the shoulder of snow
I struggled.
My pace was so slow.
Every morning
People warm up their cars
I warm up my body
By running super far
I consider running on treadmills
But I'm no rat on a wheel
I need the outdoors
The air I can feel!
Icicle eyelashes
Soaked with cold sweat
I examine my ankles
No frostbite on me yet
I hop in the shower.
My day has just begun
It was bitter cold
But I completed my daily run.
Women in the Kitchen
There was this woman in the kitchen, and she was waiting for her husband to get home.
Hungry, depleted of energy, he appeared at the door.
“Is dinner ready?” he asked?
She smiled slyly and added one last bit of spice.
“Oh yes, she replied this dinner will be quite nice.”
Her husband tucked his napkin into his shirt, pulled his chair toward the table
Turned on the TV and began watching his favorite show on cable
In her yellow apron, she quickly brought him his plate
It was a plate full of vegetables, the man grimaced in distaste
“Eat your vegetables first,” the woman said with a chuckle
The man gave her a dirty look, and cracked his man-sized knuckles
The woman had become a vegetarian on a whim
She thought it’d make her seem young and very thin
All she served were vegetables, no pasta or rice
In his head, her husband thought, “I’d rather be eating ice.”
Her husband ate four plates of vegetables, but he still felt famished
He yearned for the meat that had long ago vanished.
Suddenly, abruptly, angrily, the man stood from his chair
He grabbed bits and chunks of his own hair
“You’re done in the kitchen!” the man began to shake.
“I need me some steak, this is all I can take!”
The woman stood still, as he ranted and yelled
Free from the kitchen, yes she felt swell
As her husband retreated to his den, the woman picked up the phone
“A pizza with sausage, yes delivered to my home.”
She paid in cash, and savored each piece outside
Such a victory, and a successful little lie.
Look Both Ways
Look both ways
Before you cross the street
Tie up your shoes
So you don’t trip over your feet
Be careful with scissors
You might cut yourself
Never talk to strangers
Always ask for help
Eat all your vegetables
So you get big and strong
Go to bed early
Or you’ll be tired all day long
No walking round the block
Unless you ask permission
You can’t watch those big kid shows
On the television
No running in the hallways
Only single file
Now sit down in that chair
You’ll be there for awhile
Always raise your hand
When you need to ask
Don’t interrupt an adult
In the middle of a task
Give me a kiss goodnight
A wave when you get on the bus
A call when you get there
I’m sorry I make such a fuss
It’s only because I love you
It’s only because I care
Because if I lost you in a moment
I’d tell you it isn’t fair
I’ll recall your laughter
How you lit up with the sun
You could bring people together
And you always had such fun
You would make believe
Run and play
And I never thought
I could ever feel this way
Unprecedented events
How do we cope?
I asked a man
And he gave me some hope
Do guns kill people?
Do people kill people?
Do guns kill people?
Do people kill people?
I asked him this
And then I thought it through
There was no way in hell
I’d ever know the truth
Follow the golden rule
Love each other
Hug your sister, your brother
Your father, and mother
Say you’re sorry
When you get pretty mad
Don’t be afraid to tell others
Why you feel so sad
Learn from mistakes
Believe that you can
Gain some trust
Say ‘I’m proud of who I am’
I don’t know many answers
Because life’s a chance of fate
But I reflect on loss
In times of fragile states
I hear their footsteps down the hallway
A muffled giggle as they pass
And I think to myself
They must be at peace at last.
Before you cross the street
Tie up your shoes
So you don’t trip over your feet
Be careful with scissors
You might cut yourself
Never talk to strangers
Always ask for help
Eat all your vegetables
So you get big and strong
Go to bed early
Or you’ll be tired all day long
No walking round the block
Unless you ask permission
You can’t watch those big kid shows
On the television
No running in the hallways
Only single file
Now sit down in that chair
You’ll be there for awhile
Always raise your hand
When you need to ask
Don’t interrupt an adult
In the middle of a task
Give me a kiss goodnight
A wave when you get on the bus
A call when you get there
I’m sorry I make such a fuss
It’s only because I love you
It’s only because I care
Because if I lost you in a moment
I’d tell you it isn’t fair
I’ll recall your laughter
How you lit up with the sun
You could bring people together
And you always had such fun
You would make believe
Run and play
And I never thought
I could ever feel this way
Unprecedented events
How do we cope?
I asked a man
And he gave me some hope
Do guns kill people?
Do people kill people?
Do guns kill people?
Do people kill people?
I asked him this
And then I thought it through
There was no way in hell
I’d ever know the truth
Follow the golden rule
Love each other
Hug your sister, your brother
Your father, and mother
Say you’re sorry
When you get pretty mad
Don’t be afraid to tell others
Why you feel so sad
Learn from mistakes
Believe that you can
Gain some trust
Say ‘I’m proud of who I am’
I don’t know many answers
Because life’s a chance of fate
But I reflect on loss
In times of fragile states
I hear their footsteps down the hallway
A muffled giggle as they pass
And I think to myself
They must be at peace at last.
My Declaration
We hold these truths self evident,
But I don’t know the truth.
Well who are you,
Telling me what freedom is?
You don’t know where I’ve come from
The tides, the waves I’ve traveled through
I deserve rights.
The pursuit of happiness,
Define that for me please
Take a survey of America
Count the smiles of the passersby on the street
I suppose I should thank you
For taking my hard earned money
Because wars aren’t here
But over there
My struggles aren’t their struggles
I live with rights
I sleep most nights
But it doesn’t mean I don’t ever fight
Writing these words
My Freedom
All mine.
But I don’t know the truth.
Well who are you,
Telling me what freedom is?
You don’t know where I’ve come from
The tides, the waves I’ve traveled through
I deserve rights.
The pursuit of happiness,
Define that for me please
Take a survey of America
Count the smiles of the passersby on the street
I suppose I should thank you
For taking my hard earned money
Because wars aren’t here
But over there
My struggles aren’t their struggles
I live with rights
I sleep most nights
But it doesn’t mean I don’t ever fight
Writing these words
My Freedom
All mine.
Pie
I'm waiting for pie
I'm impatient
But I'm waiting
I'm pacing
But I'm waiting
I'm losing my mind!
But I am still waiting
I stare at the oven
Please pie won't you crisp!
Oh those pumpkiny insides
Man, I have missed
This is worse than waiting in a line for a rollercoaster
Worse than waiting for a bathroom at a race
Much worse than waiting at a left turn light
Ah! I cannot wait!
Perhaps I should have eaten more turkey and stuffing
But I always save room for the best
If I don't eat some pumpkin pie
I won't be able to rest!
Alas! Is that the timer?
Yes, my pie is done!
All mine
In my stomach
A challenge
It can definitely be won
Rats!
It has to cool down
I can't believe I just said rats
I don't know who I'm becoming
Because I want this pie so bad
A side of coffee
And vanilla ice cream
My mouth is starting to drool
I'm salivating like a basset hound
I'll turn on a fan to make this pie cool!
Now I can slice my pie
I guess I'll share it with some people I know
But I stare at them like their predators
And take such a piece they say "Whoa!"
Pumpkin and vanilla together
Man, I think I've reached heaven
I can't eat just one slice
Yes, I have to have seven!
I savor each taste
Until I have none left
I have concluded
Pumpkin pie is the best
I waited for pie
I ate pie
Now I'm satisfied
I'm thankful for pie.
Fortunatacies
Today
I was thinking
About all of my
Fortunatacies.
A conglomeration
Of good happenings
Getting Coffee for free
Receiving an A in class
Impulse buying goods
But loving them anyway
Running as if you're invincible
Hanging out with friends
Biking new places
Getting back a shirt you lent
Seemingly fortunatacies
Can be almost anything
Did you do anything exciting today?
Have you helped out a friend?
Discover somewhere new?
Book a trip to Japan?
Ah the fortunatacies
So many that may come to be
I don't need no crystal ball
For the good future to come to me
Unfortunatacies do happen
Unfortunate from the source
But after an unfortunate, a fortunate comes of course.
I savor fortunatacies
Enabling me to handle,
the reciprocity of good and bad
You can't count fortunatacies on one hand
They continue to accumulate
They allow you to be who you want to be
Fortunately for me, Fortunately I am me.
Assembly Line
I’m just a product
On an assembly line
Dented, Deformed, Wrong
Why should I pay a fine?
Have you learned your lesson?
Will you do it again?
How many times do I have to tell you?
You shouldn’t be speedin’!
Dented because I’m
Bent out of shape
Deformed because of the awkward
Position while I wait
Wrong because the man in the car told me so
A thin piece of paper
“Now you may go.”
It’s a waiting game
This decision of the state
I search for loopholes
And a change of fate
I plea. I pray.
I hope. I accept.
Yes, I am guilty
I’m filled with regret
A tax more than the ticket
Oh the system is fixed
The more I think about it
The more I feel sick
Drive the speed limit?
Is that the lesson I should take in
Or am I just an object
Being placed in a bin
The man with the sirens
He seems so big and strong
But if he thinks I’m just another item
I’ll tell him he’s wrong
What I advise to others in court
Sliding from place to place
Don’t let them treat you like a nothing
You go at your own pace
You made a mistake
It’s your money. Your time
Don’t let them treat you
Like an object, on an assembly line.
On an assembly line
Dented, Deformed, Wrong
Why should I pay a fine?
Have you learned your lesson?
Will you do it again?
How many times do I have to tell you?
You shouldn’t be speedin’!
Dented because I’m
Bent out of shape
Deformed because of the awkward
Position while I wait
Wrong because the man in the car told me so
A thin piece of paper
“Now you may go.”
It’s a waiting game
This decision of the state
I search for loopholes
And a change of fate
I plea. I pray.
I hope. I accept.
Yes, I am guilty
I’m filled with regret
A tax more than the ticket
Oh the system is fixed
The more I think about it
The more I feel sick
Drive the speed limit?
Is that the lesson I should take in
Or am I just an object
Being placed in a bin
The man with the sirens
He seems so big and strong
But if he thinks I’m just another item
I’ll tell him he’s wrong
What I advise to others in court
Sliding from place to place
Don’t let them treat you like a nothing
You go at your own pace
You made a mistake
It’s your money. Your time
Don’t let them treat you
Like an object, on an assembly line.
Thing
I'm somebody
And because I'm somebody
I plan on becoming something
And what is something
If it's more than just some thing
What if some thing is another thing
And another thing
Is actually any thing
But if I'm not doing anything
Then I am doing nothing
Isn't that something?
The Night Before the Hurricane
The Night Before the Hurricane
By Sarah Lounsbury
(Adapted from Clement Clarke Moore’s The Night Before Christmas)
‘Twas the night before the hurricane, When all through the East coast,
Not a person without flashlights, Except those that needed them most.
The candles were lit in anticipation of the event, with smells of pumpkin, such a wonderful scent.
The children were singing “Hooray, Yay ,Hooray”,
“We cannot wait for this hurricane day!”
People with generators, Others with some wine.
All of us ready for a really good time.
When suddenly the wind gave a great big shout.
And that was when, the power went out.
Away to the basement, I went in a rush.
Sought such safety, so trees couldn’t crush.
The moon invisible from the commotion around.
I had never heard such frightful sounds.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the eye of the storm, as big as I feared.
With a large ghastly look and so very quick,
in that moment, I though I’d be sick.
More rapid than eagles this hurricane came.
And he whistled, and shouted, and targeted all the same.
“Now Running! Now, Hiding, now Riding, Now Leaping!
In Bathrooms! In Basements! In Shelters, No Sleeping!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now run away! Run away! Run away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top yes Sandy he goes,
With wind like steel, destroying everything he blows.
And then, in a heartbeat, I heard on the roof.
The cracking and creaking of each giant poof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down came Sandy with clouds all around.
He was dressed all in threat, from his eye to outer edge,
and his body could knock anybody off a ledge.
A bundle of gusts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a psycho just ready to attack.
His eye—how it scared me! His entrance, how angered!
His cheeks like two cities, his nose, an air hangar!
His eye open wide drawing everything in,
And in that moment, I think, how will we win?
The stump of a tree right through the center,
This is a place I never want to enter;
He had a rough face and a very large belly,
That shook, when he howled like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and fierce, not jolly like an elf,
And I cried when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had a whole lot to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And destructed the house; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his eye upon where I stood,
I knew it was time to run while I could;
He sprang in such strength, his innards gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Sorry about the mess, I was hungry, good-night.”
By Sarah Lounsbury
(Adapted from Clement Clarke Moore’s The Night Before Christmas)
‘Twas the night before the hurricane, When all through the East coast,
Not a person without flashlights, Except those that needed them most.
The candles were lit in anticipation of the event, with smells of pumpkin, such a wonderful scent.
The children were singing “Hooray, Yay ,Hooray”,
“We cannot wait for this hurricane day!”
People with generators, Others with some wine.
All of us ready for a really good time.
When suddenly the wind gave a great big shout.
And that was when, the power went out.
Away to the basement, I went in a rush.
Sought such safety, so trees couldn’t crush.
The moon invisible from the commotion around.
I had never heard such frightful sounds.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the eye of the storm, as big as I feared.
With a large ghastly look and so very quick,
in that moment, I though I’d be sick.
More rapid than eagles this hurricane came.
And he whistled, and shouted, and targeted all the same.
“Now Running! Now, Hiding, now Riding, Now Leaping!
In Bathrooms! In Basements! In Shelters, No Sleeping!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now run away! Run away! Run away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top yes Sandy he goes,
With wind like steel, destroying everything he blows.
And then, in a heartbeat, I heard on the roof.
The cracking and creaking of each giant poof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down came Sandy with clouds all around.
He was dressed all in threat, from his eye to outer edge,
and his body could knock anybody off a ledge.
A bundle of gusts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a psycho just ready to attack.
His eye—how it scared me! His entrance, how angered!
His cheeks like two cities, his nose, an air hangar!
His eye open wide drawing everything in,
And in that moment, I think, how will we win?
The stump of a tree right through the center,
This is a place I never want to enter;
He had a rough face and a very large belly,
That shook, when he howled like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and fierce, not jolly like an elf,
And I cried when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had a whole lot to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And destructed the house; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his eye upon where I stood,
I knew it was time to run while I could;
He sprang in such strength, his innards gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Sorry about the mess, I was hungry, good-night.”
Running Mind
Running Mind
Hypoxic
My lungs feel toxic
Enough
I can’t stop it
Legs run
Heart beat
In my chest
In my feet
What’s the distance
The time
A pattern
In straight lines
But twists and turns
Trails we learn
Hills: Impossible
With passion: Probable
Each muscle
Electrical impulse
It gives a green light
Go Go Go GO
Who am I
Getting high
Sprint
Fast twitch
Lobes
In and out
Crystal air
Sweat in hair
Finished
But there’s never an end
Tomorrow
I’ll do it all again.
Hypoxic
My lungs feel toxic
Enough
I can’t stop it
Legs run
Heart beat
In my chest
In my feet
What’s the distance
The time
A pattern
In straight lines
But twists and turns
Trails we learn
Hills: Impossible
With passion: Probable
Each muscle
Electrical impulse
It gives a green light
Go Go Go GO
Who am I
Getting high
Sprint
Fast twitch
Lobes
In and out
Crystal air
Sweat in hair
Finished
But there’s never an end
Tomorrow
I’ll do it all again.
I Want a President
I want a president
That supports my education
Who understands what he needs to do
To fuel the future leaders of our nation
I want a president
That can put ideas into action
Will admit mistakes
And isn’t afraid of reactions
I want a president
That won’t argue but will fight
Climb up every mountain
Will work through the night
I want a president
That is willing to laugh and learn
Who has the will power
To do all he/she has every yearned
I want a president
That will help those in need
And even those who fail
For everybody has the potential to succeed
I want a president
Who can make people feel happy and blessed
Let it become a fact
That our nation is definitely the best
I want a president
That can open up our minds
Who can make positive changes
And leave the past behind
I want a president
That will use his/her imagination
Who will inspire others to create
And cause pure elation
I want a president
That isn’t afraid to protect
The grass on the ground
The animals from neglect
I want a president
That actually says what he/she believes
And if you fit this description
Will you be my president please?
How to Quit a Job for School
I wanted the job
But frankly I don't have the time,
I forgot about my other job
And it's doesn't pay a dime
My other job relies on donations
And my parents keep the business running
I swear I'm not joking
Not even being cunning
My other job requires long nights
And at times I lose my mind
But the people at my other job
They really are quite kind
My other job requires thinking
And I learn everyday
I doubt I'll ever know everything
My bosses have a lot to say
If I don't perform to their standards
I won't have my job anymore
I have to work hard
Even if it is a bore
My other job offers recreation
Sometimes we actually have time free
The schedule is very irregular
But that's alright with me
Did I mention the four year contract?
I really must commit
In order to have this job
You must be determined not to quit
To be honest, my other job
It can be really great
But sorry I must go
I absolutely cannot be late.
But frankly I don't have the time,
I forgot about my other job
And it's doesn't pay a dime
My other job relies on donations
And my parents keep the business running
I swear I'm not joking
Not even being cunning
My other job requires long nights
And at times I lose my mind
But the people at my other job
They really are quite kind
My other job requires thinking
And I learn everyday
I doubt I'll ever know everything
My bosses have a lot to say
If I don't perform to their standards
I won't have my job anymore
I have to work hard
Even if it is a bore
My other job offers recreation
Sometimes we actually have time free
The schedule is very irregular
But that's alright with me
Did I mention the four year contract?
I really must commit
In order to have this job
You must be determined not to quit
To be honest, my other job
It can be really great
But sorry I must go
I absolutely cannot be late.
Trapped in a Chair
I climb up the hill
Go into the building
Walk down the hallway
Stroll into the classroom
Sit in my chair
Help!
I'm trapped.
For fifty minutes
Sometimes sixty-five
Why is learning painfully boring?
Why can't I learn outside?
Why can't I learn while riding a bike?
Why can't I learn while jumping up and down?
I'm not good at following conventions
I'm not good at sitting still
I'm a full supporter of education
But now I'm trapped against my will!
Education and innovation
They're supposed to go hand in hand
I need to come up with a solution
As fast as I very well can
Oh the places you'll go!
You'll sit in a chair
for four years
and sometimes more
Once I get that paper though
I am flying out that building door
To bigger and greater successes
To new people and adventures
My future will take me wherever I please
There are many of plenty of places to see
But if there is just one thing I can guarantee
You will never ever see me trapped in a chair.
Because I am meant to be
Free.
I Find
I find beauty in many things
After being lost for some time
I’m finally discovering what
Gives me a peace of mind
I find happiness in bits and parts
I discover hope from watching others
I lose myself in the things that I love
And I am trying hard not to give up
I find clarity when writing my thoughts
My head circles itself
But I keep going
I won’t ever stop
I find friends when I’m at my worst
There’s no reason to live life in fear
I will live with who I am
Each day I grow and learn
I find my soul when I run
I smile with accomplishments
In carefree moments I become who I once was
But I understand that there is much in life to come
I find knowledge from books and teachers
Teachers of all sizes and ages
And I always want to know more
I’m discovering what I have a passion for
I find the world at my fingertips
I begin to reach
I stand up
I carry it
After being lost for some time
I’m finally discovering what
Gives me a peace of mind
I find happiness in bits and parts
I discover hope from watching others
I lose myself in the things that I love
And I am trying hard not to give up
I find clarity when writing my thoughts
My head circles itself
But I keep going
I won’t ever stop
I find friends when I’m at my worst
There’s no reason to live life in fear
I will live with who I am
Each day I grow and learn
I find my soul when I run
I smile with accomplishments
In carefree moments I become who I once was
But I understand that there is much in life to come
I find knowledge from books and teachers
Teachers of all sizes and ages
And I always want to know more
I’m discovering what I have a passion for
I find the world at my fingertips
I begin to reach
I stand up
I carry it
The Future Told Me
I listened to the future
This is what she told me:
The future told me
Don’t worry about your profession
Take each day at a time
Each one becomes a lesson
The future told me
Don’t worry about those tests
The M-CATS, G-R-E’s
I know you’ll do the best
The future told me
Go have some fun
Play some mini golf
Get a hole in one
The future told me
People like you as you are
When they think about you
They know you will go far
The future told me
You will cause some change
And in this world
It will rearrange
The future told me
You possess a great skill
Within yourself you’ll find it
And you’ll use it at your will
The future told me
That whatever I want to be
I can do it
As long as I’m happy
This is what she told me:
The future told me
Don’t worry about your profession
Take each day at a time
Each one becomes a lesson
The future told me
Don’t worry about those tests
The M-CATS, G-R-E’s
I know you’ll do the best
The future told me
Go have some fun
Play some mini golf
Get a hole in one
The future told me
People like you as you are
When they think about you
They know you will go far
The future told me
You will cause some change
And in this world
It will rearrange
The future told me
You possess a great skill
Within yourself you’ll find it
And you’ll use it at your will
The future told me
That whatever I want to be
I can do it
As long as I’m happy
The Grass Is Brown
In the heat of the summer
The green grass turns to brown
I drive on scalding streets
All across the town
Many start to ponder
"Will it ever rain?"
I see those wilting flowers
I begin to feel their pain
I pant like a retriever
By the end of every run
I collapse upon the ground
And gaze at the big round sun
I'm not sure where the clouds have been
It seems they have disappeared
I need a bit of a break
From having my skin sun-seared
I seek relief in the form of liquid
I have to jump into the water
I don't think I could possibly bear it
If the weather became any hotter
I love the summer weather
But I just need a little relief
Whoever stole the clouds
I'd call him a cumulonimbus thief
Mother Nature
The greatest protector of the land
I'll ask her to discover who took the clouds
so we can cool off as fast as we can
Once the clouds are found
A storm will be created
Rain will fall upon the grass
And the brownness will become eradicated
I hope the rain stays
For just a little while
Long enough
For the flowers to stand up and smile
A little rain
Yes, Yes indeed
Will finally bring back
The summer that we need.
Windmills
I saw a field of windmills
They swallowed me
As I gazed out the window
I gave a sigh
Because I’d never noticed the beauty of windmills
The simple white, slender tips
Gradually turning
Creating energy
Scientific
But also awakening
These structures
Sticking in the ground
Always turning
For all that pass by
Do they understand
The wonder of the windmill
And if they do
They take a deep breath
And sigh
They swallowed me
As I gazed out the window
I gave a sigh
Because I’d never noticed the beauty of windmills
The simple white, slender tips
Gradually turning
Creating energy
Scientific
But also awakening
These structures
Sticking in the ground
Always turning
For all that pass by
Do they understand
The wonder of the windmill
And if they do
They take a deep breath
And sigh
The Greatest Person I Can Be
I won't give up
I'll always try
I will work hard
I will survive
Commitment
Strive for success
If it's what you want
Always do your best
Competition
It gives you the push
To take ten more steps
To pedal forward another mile
To swim one more stroke
Confucius
He says
"do what you love"
have the passion
push yourself
you can't give up what you love
Accomplish your goals
no matter how big
no matter how hard
no matter how impossible
Study, learn, and grow
Be the person you want to be
and eventually
it'll fall all into place
you will be what you want to be
happy
Grandpa Bike Musings
I was playing at a neighbor's house with my sister. It was
the fall of 1998. I remember playing hide and go seek and trying to
avoid crunching the leaves upon the ground. I was in the middle of
finding my perfect hiding space when my mother called us home. In tears
she told me that my grandpa had died. While cycling, he was hit by a
car while riding along Interstate 95 in Florida.
As a child, I had been afraid of my grandpa. Frankly, I thought he was mean. I'm pretty sure I told my mother I thought he was mean. I still didn't understand the concept of death, and so I just spoke what was on my mind. My mother sternly told me that he wasn't mean. She knew he was a good man. As a seven year old, I had never had the opportunity to properly get to know him. Even though I didn't understand the whole situation at hand, I hugged her. When a person is crying I've learned to always hug. But if you are really awkward in those emotional situations like I often am, you can also tell a funny joke to make a person in need smile.
My step-grandma started a race and scholarship in my grandfather's memory. Each applicant for the scholarship had to compete in "Ray's Ride." It is no longer being held, but since I have become interested in cycling, I hope to one day begin the race again.
Now that I know more about my grandfather, I feel as if we are very similar. I wish I had actually been able to grow up in his presence so that we could bond a bit. I can just see it, me and Ray, sitting on the beach just chatting about the world as we watch the waves crash continuously. My grandpa was town supervisor at one point. I believe being part of a community is extremely important. I know that my grandpa engaged many people in different activities. This sounds like a really cool career to me. He loved people, just as I do.
I like to put 100% into everything I do. I like to do meaningful things, and I like helping others. Unfortunately, sometimes I overextend myself in the things that I do, and I believe this is what happened to my grandfather also. Fortunately, my grandfather was able to find an outlet through cycling and other competitive sports. He loved cycling, and even after knee surgeries, he kept at it. Retiring isn't just for sitting around and relaxing. My grandfather kept moving and embracing life for all that it is.
When I am on a bike, I feel invincible. I can go as far as my body is willing to take me. I find myself smiling from ear to ear during my rides because I feel so free. There are no windows to surround me as the wind rushes past my face. Even if each ride is the same, it always feels different. There is something new I notice each time. I see the dog playing in the sprinkler, the ice on the lake melting, and the young boy mowing the lawn for the first time. I take in new sights when I go to different places. I wonder why I even drive a car because I miss out on so much when I'm shielded by machinery and distractions.
I love the camaraderie when I see the other cyclists. I quickly lift my hand off the handlebar and give a fellow cyclist a wave. He waves back, and I'm instantly motivated to bike at a quicker pace. I gaze at my speedometer and try to reach my top speed as I descend a hill. I lean as flat as I can against the handlebars. I am scared but also exhilarated. I've never felt so alive!
My grandfather died while doing something that he had passion for. He was wearing a helmet, but there's only so much protection that a helmet can actually give. I aspire to become more like my grandpa because I like that he helped other people. He made many mistakes, but he was able to overcome his conflicts. When he found cycling, it fueled his love for life.
I cause my mother heart palpitations every time I go cycling, but she knows that I have a developed a love for the sport. I always wear a helmet, and I am very much aware of my surroundings when I ride. i have learned to value the life that I have been given. Cycling has given me an opportunity to look at life differently. I don't want to sound corny, but the world is truly beautiful, especially when viewed from a bike.
Live. Breath. Bike.
And Love Your Grandpa.
As a child, I had been afraid of my grandpa. Frankly, I thought he was mean. I'm pretty sure I told my mother I thought he was mean. I still didn't understand the concept of death, and so I just spoke what was on my mind. My mother sternly told me that he wasn't mean. She knew he was a good man. As a seven year old, I had never had the opportunity to properly get to know him. Even though I didn't understand the whole situation at hand, I hugged her. When a person is crying I've learned to always hug. But if you are really awkward in those emotional situations like I often am, you can also tell a funny joke to make a person in need smile.
My step-grandma started a race and scholarship in my grandfather's memory. Each applicant for the scholarship had to compete in "Ray's Ride." It is no longer being held, but since I have become interested in cycling, I hope to one day begin the race again.
Now that I know more about my grandfather, I feel as if we are very similar. I wish I had actually been able to grow up in his presence so that we could bond a bit. I can just see it, me and Ray, sitting on the beach just chatting about the world as we watch the waves crash continuously. My grandpa was town supervisor at one point. I believe being part of a community is extremely important. I know that my grandpa engaged many people in different activities. This sounds like a really cool career to me. He loved people, just as I do.
I like to put 100% into everything I do. I like to do meaningful things, and I like helping others. Unfortunately, sometimes I overextend myself in the things that I do, and I believe this is what happened to my grandfather also. Fortunately, my grandfather was able to find an outlet through cycling and other competitive sports. He loved cycling, and even after knee surgeries, he kept at it. Retiring isn't just for sitting around and relaxing. My grandfather kept moving and embracing life for all that it is.
When I am on a bike, I feel invincible. I can go as far as my body is willing to take me. I find myself smiling from ear to ear during my rides because I feel so free. There are no windows to surround me as the wind rushes past my face. Even if each ride is the same, it always feels different. There is something new I notice each time. I see the dog playing in the sprinkler, the ice on the lake melting, and the young boy mowing the lawn for the first time. I take in new sights when I go to different places. I wonder why I even drive a car because I miss out on so much when I'm shielded by machinery and distractions.
I love the camaraderie when I see the other cyclists. I quickly lift my hand off the handlebar and give a fellow cyclist a wave. He waves back, and I'm instantly motivated to bike at a quicker pace. I gaze at my speedometer and try to reach my top speed as I descend a hill. I lean as flat as I can against the handlebars. I am scared but also exhilarated. I've never felt so alive!
My grandfather died while doing something that he had passion for. He was wearing a helmet, but there's only so much protection that a helmet can actually give. I aspire to become more like my grandpa because I like that he helped other people. He made many mistakes, but he was able to overcome his conflicts. When he found cycling, it fueled his love for life.
I cause my mother heart palpitations every time I go cycling, but she knows that I have a developed a love for the sport. I always wear a helmet, and I am very much aware of my surroundings when I ride. i have learned to value the life that I have been given. Cycling has given me an opportunity to look at life differently. I don't want to sound corny, but the world is truly beautiful, especially when viewed from a bike.
Live. Breath. Bike.
And Love Your Grandpa.
Funny How It Started
It started with a story
A book that had no end
It started with a person
A person and her friend
It started on a morning
When the sun turned into day
It started in a rainstorm
The children came out and played
It started with a boom
a loud catastrophic sound
It started with a whisper
No souls could be found
It started at breakfast
she crunched on her toast
It started with a kiss
from the one that loved her most
It started so abruptly
Nobody could turn her away
It ended in an instant
They wish she would have stayed
A book that had no end
It started with a person
A person and her friend
It started on a morning
When the sun turned into day
It started in a rainstorm
The children came out and played
It started with a boom
a loud catastrophic sound
It started with a whisper
No souls could be found
It started at breakfast
she crunched on her toast
It started with a kiss
from the one that loved her most
It started so abruptly
Nobody could turn her away
It ended in an instant
They wish she would have stayed
The Stoop
She sat on a stoop
Looking at the sky
She saw in the clouds
The answers to her whys
She then understood
What she had to do
She took a step forward
And one step became two
When she hit the pavement
She was no longer afraid
Because she began to realize
the difference she has made
She may have found her calling
She finally found her might
She found a way to conquer
She found her way to fight
And if she gets discouraged
She will find a way to smile
She'll make sure to accomplish the goals
That have made her so inspired
If you ever doubt
That you can't finish what you start
You will find the answer
By listening to your heart.
Looking at the sky
She saw in the clouds
The answers to her whys
She then understood
What she had to do
She took a step forward
And one step became two
When she hit the pavement
She was no longer afraid
Because she began to realize
the difference she has made
She may have found her calling
She finally found her might
She found a way to conquer
She found her way to fight
And if she gets discouraged
She will find a way to smile
She'll make sure to accomplish the goals
That have made her so inspired
If you ever doubt
That you can't finish what you start
You will find the answer
By listening to your heart.
Decisions
I'm pretty indecisive.
I always overpick books in the library because I can't decide which ones I like best.
When I'm lost in my car, I panic and can't decide which way to turn
Lately though, I haven't been able to decide what I want to do in the future.
I think about my past and can't decide if I want to try again or try something new.
As much as I enjoy acting like a kid, I am an adult.
Adults have to make decisions.
The decisions I make revolve around a globe of happiness.
I'm a list maker.
I make lists of what makes me happy.
I always hope these lists will lead to a decision.
These lists often just lead to more lists, so I'm not sure how effective they really are.
Nonetheless, I enjoy lists.
These are some of the things that make me happy:
1. Childrun
2. Reading the Newspaper on Sunday Mornings
3. Lakehouse
4. Family
5. Friends
6. Being Creative
7. Biking
8. Animals
9. Nature Places
10. Being Goofy
11. Spontaneous Dancing
I definitely could add more to this list. But you get the idea.
I like having energy. I like running around and being carefree. I like feeling good about myself and loving the world around me. I would rather get up in the early morning and go exploring than stay up late and go out. I like to be me.
I have made some decisions.
I want to do what I can to feel and do my best everyday.
I want to work with children.
I want to inspire those around me in any way that I can.
I want to teach others all that I know.
I want to constantly learn.
I want to constantly be moving.
I will do anything that makes me happy.
I'm going to become a teacher.
Yes, I know, the job market isn't great.I've had eleven jobs in my life.
A majority have involved children.
They make me laugh, smile, and I often can't stop talking about them.
There's a lot in education that I think can be improved.
But I'm willing to take charge.
I want to save music and sports and make children better at math.
I want them to love to learn.
I think in my first two years of college, I forgot how to love learning. I wasn't passionate about what I was doing. I was just doing it. I want to expose children to many different things so that they can discover their passions.
On the first day of class, I'll let the children do "the first day of school dance," and then we'll learn together.
It may take some time to go down this new road,
but for once.
I think I'm turning in the right direction.
I Have Many Questions
Who are you?
What do you want to be?
Are you living in the moment?
Are you happy?
Is life as you imagined?
Would you rather run or walk?
Do you know what you need?
Do you like to sing or talk?
Why does the world keep turning?
Why does grass get wet?
Will you be successful?
Want to make a bet?
Will the waves always crash?
Will the trees always grow?
Do you want to keep learning?
Do you know all you need to know?
Can you solve the equation?
Can you fix the problems at hand?
Do you feel like you're strong?
Are you the leader of the band?
Why do I have so many questions?
Why can't I do what's right
Is it in my heart?
Will it keep me up at night?
Will I find direction?
Will I find somewhere to go?
Will I ever be done?
Will I have something to show?
Can you think about the future?
Can you forget about the past?
Can you live in the present?
Does the water fill the glass?
Am I control?
Do I know what to do?
Finally I have to ask myself,
Are you really you?
If I Owned a Sailboat
If I owned a sailboat
I would sail out to sea
Travel across the waves
With just my boat and me
I would wear striped pants
And put a bandana upon my head
The color of my bandana?
Of course it would be red
I would search for sunken treasure
Aboard my little yacht
I would dive deep into the water
Especially if it was hot
Wherever the wind may take me
I don’t really care
I’ll let the sail billow
When in contact with the air
We may make it to Puerto Rico
Chile and China too
It’ll be a great adventure!
Who know what I’ll do
When I make it to land
I’ll tell my boat, “I’ll be back”
Boats may have anchors
But legs they do lack
As I sift through foreign markets
I find a perfect gift
A new colorful sail
Will give my boat a nice lift
When I step on board
And I look around
My crew is tied in knots
And lying upon the ground
I take out my pocket knife
And cut open the twines
In my gut something is coming
I’m running out of time
I put on the new sail
To show my enemies I am strong
They may not understand
But this is where I belong
As they begin to attack
I furrow my brow
I really can’t believe
This is happening to me now
I tell them to please leave
I tell them to obey
If they really want to attack
They can do it another day
But today I am sailing
With no worries on my mind
My enemies leave in peace
And then I feel just fine
I slowly drift off
And then the sunshine gleams
I open up my eyes
It was all just a dream
I would sail out to sea
Travel across the waves
With just my boat and me
I would wear striped pants
And put a bandana upon my head
The color of my bandana?
Of course it would be red
I would search for sunken treasure
Aboard my little yacht
I would dive deep into the water
Especially if it was hot
Wherever the wind may take me
I don’t really care
I’ll let the sail billow
When in contact with the air
We may make it to Puerto Rico
Chile and China too
It’ll be a great adventure!
Who know what I’ll do
When I make it to land
I’ll tell my boat, “I’ll be back”
Boats may have anchors
But legs they do lack
As I sift through foreign markets
I find a perfect gift
A new colorful sail
Will give my boat a nice lift
When I step on board
And I look around
My crew is tied in knots
And lying upon the ground
I take out my pocket knife
And cut open the twines
In my gut something is coming
I’m running out of time
I put on the new sail
To show my enemies I am strong
They may not understand
But this is where I belong
As they begin to attack
I furrow my brow
I really can’t believe
This is happening to me now
I tell them to please leave
I tell them to obey
If they really want to attack
They can do it another day
But today I am sailing
With no worries on my mind
My enemies leave in peace
And then I feel just fine
I slowly drift off
And then the sunshine gleams
I open up my eyes
It was all just a dream
A Science Rhyme
Science is life
Science is art
Science is certainly finding
A way to my heart
I know it can be difficult
To read and learn so many facts
But when you gain this knowledge
You start to get the knack
You have to understand
How all of the sciences intertwine
And when you understand
It’ll open up your mind
Right brained or left brained
You’ll piece it all together
Through images and slides
You’ll try to remember it forever
Formulas mix and match
Some elements are noble
The scope of information
Indeed it is global
Endorphins running wild
As I take it all in
And when I take a test
I surely hope I win
“Where does this bone attach?”
“Why do moths change color?”
“Is Newton’s law correct?”
“Could today’s lab be any duller?”
I listen to podcasts
I read books and magazines
I put the pieces together
And figure out how this relates to me
I can’t escape gravity
I can’t stop drinking H2O
I like to run in nature
I use my muscles to go
Science is glorious
You really just have to try
Science is everywhere
Just open up your eyes.
Science is art
Science is certainly finding
A way to my heart
I know it can be difficult
To read and learn so many facts
But when you gain this knowledge
You start to get the knack
You have to understand
How all of the sciences intertwine
And when you understand
It’ll open up your mind
Right brained or left brained
You’ll piece it all together
Through images and slides
You’ll try to remember it forever
Formulas mix and match
Some elements are noble
The scope of information
Indeed it is global
Endorphins running wild
As I take it all in
And when I take a test
I surely hope I win
“Where does this bone attach?”
“Why do moths change color?”
“Is Newton’s law correct?”
“Could today’s lab be any duller?”
I listen to podcasts
I read books and magazines
I put the pieces together
And figure out how this relates to me
I can’t escape gravity
I can’t stop drinking H2O
I like to run in nature
I use my muscles to go
Science is glorious
You really just have to try
Science is everywhere
Just open up your eyes.
Palm Sunday
I went to church today for the first time since Christmas Eve.
On Christmas Eve, my family actually missed half of the mass.
We aren't very good at getting to places on time.
I went to church much more often when I was younger.
I was an altar server, and I enjoyed ringing the bells.
I also liked wearing the awesome cloak with the rope.
Sometime I would carry the cross into the church or candles in the church for the beginning of mass.
It's a miracle I never dropped them.
I am a confirmed member of the Catholic church, but I'm not a huge preacher.
Whoever or whatever you believe in, keep believing.
Put your heart into whatever you care for and love.
I wish that there was more enthusiasm within the Catholic church.
Why can't priests get married?
Why don't people actually sing songs with pride?
People should say "Amen" with more conviction.
"Amen" means I believe, so if you truly to do believe, say it, shout it, tell the world!
I like shaking hands in church. I like observing people throughout the mass. I try to listen to the message that the priest is saying, but sometimes I get distracted. It's not that I don't want to listen, I just like to zone out and enjoy the peacefulness of the church. I find it amazing that people can get together for an hour a week and just listen. Church gives people an hour a week to appreciate all that they have, and they don't have to be constantly consumed by the daily distractions in their lives.
Church goers can stop worrying about the trivial things for an hour of their day. They don't have to look at their cell phones. They don't have to worry about the errands and work they must do. They can just be.
I think the Catholic church needs some modernization, and it needs a punch of fun. But, I still appreciate the calm that it gives. I like the stained glass windows, the wooden pews, and the ability to just let my thoughts roam freely.
I want to feel more of a sense of camaraderie at church. People shouldn't feel like they have to go to church. They should want to attend and actively participate.
Smile. Sing. Praise. Love. Hope.
And believe.
That's all you need.
On Christmas Eve, my family actually missed half of the mass.
We aren't very good at getting to places on time.
I went to church much more often when I was younger.
I was an altar server, and I enjoyed ringing the bells.
I also liked wearing the awesome cloak with the rope.
Sometime I would carry the cross into the church or candles in the church for the beginning of mass.
It's a miracle I never dropped them.
I am a confirmed member of the Catholic church, but I'm not a huge preacher.
Whoever or whatever you believe in, keep believing.
Put your heart into whatever you care for and love.
I wish that there was more enthusiasm within the Catholic church.
Why can't priests get married?
Why don't people actually sing songs with pride?
People should say "Amen" with more conviction.
"Amen" means I believe, so if you truly to do believe, say it, shout it, tell the world!
I like shaking hands in church. I like observing people throughout the mass. I try to listen to the message that the priest is saying, but sometimes I get distracted. It's not that I don't want to listen, I just like to zone out and enjoy the peacefulness of the church. I find it amazing that people can get together for an hour a week and just listen. Church gives people an hour a week to appreciate all that they have, and they don't have to be constantly consumed by the daily distractions in their lives.
Church goers can stop worrying about the trivial things for an hour of their day. They don't have to look at their cell phones. They don't have to worry about the errands and work they must do. They can just be.
I think the Catholic church needs some modernization, and it needs a punch of fun. But, I still appreciate the calm that it gives. I like the stained glass windows, the wooden pews, and the ability to just let my thoughts roam freely.
I want to feel more of a sense of camaraderie at church. People shouldn't feel like they have to go to church. They should want to attend and actively participate.
Smile. Sing. Praise. Love. Hope.
And believe.
That's all you need.
Politics
In politics, candidates have a vision
And they often have to make too many decisions
I can't decipher between the truth and lies
They're all dressed in black suits and ties
They open they're mouths and all i can hear
is a booming microphone and mumbling in my ear
I can't distinguish what the future will hold
I'm just supposed to listen to what I'm told
I go behind the curtain and pull the lever
and hope the candidate i pick is clever
I hope that he or she is original and has wit
I hope in my heart that they won't ever quit
I want them to know that there are people that work hard
and some people that sit around like a tub of lard
I really want to be optimistic
But honestly there are too many logistics
The electoral college, checks and balances, and more
It seems there's more than just a war that we're fighting for
I'm afraid that one day that people won't try
Machines will take over and we will never ask why
I just want people to be innovative
to fix our nation we must be creative
You know that we all have a choice
Don't be afraid. Just use your voice.
And they often have to make too many decisions
I can't decipher between the truth and lies
They're all dressed in black suits and ties
They open they're mouths and all i can hear
is a booming microphone and mumbling in my ear
I can't distinguish what the future will hold
I'm just supposed to listen to what I'm told
I go behind the curtain and pull the lever
and hope the candidate i pick is clever
I hope that he or she is original and has wit
I hope in my heart that they won't ever quit
I want them to know that there are people that work hard
and some people that sit around like a tub of lard
I really want to be optimistic
But honestly there are too many logistics
The electoral college, checks and balances, and more
It seems there's more than just a war that we're fighting for
I'm afraid that one day that people won't try
Machines will take over and we will never ask why
I just want people to be innovative
to fix our nation we must be creative
You know that we all have a choice
Don't be afraid. Just use your voice.
A Short Poem About Friends
This poem is dedicated to friends. I love you all.
Friends
I have friends in many places
I hate leaving their friendly faces
They always know how to make me smile
And it hurts when they say I'll see you in awhile
I wish I could stay and play all day
There's always so much I want to say
Friends always make everything fun
I know that friendships are never done
How can you let go of the people in your life
Letting go would not be right
Embrace all of the memories shared together
and know in your heart that you'll be friends forever
Bracelets With Meaning
On one wrist I
wear a bracelet that says "Keep it Wild." On my other wrist I wear a
bracelet that says "Conquer." These bracelets instill a sense of power
in me.
I keep it wild by living unpredictably. Yes, I plan, but there is always room for spontaneity. I keep it wild by running different places, going on new adventures, and meeting new faces. I keep it wild by dancing in airports, dressing up silly, and laughing out loud. I keep it wild because it feels right to me. I won the right to keep it wild because I won the bracelet in a race. I ran hard. I ran wild. I won.
I wear a leather bracelet with the silver plated word "Conquer" on it. My sister gave it to me. I guess she believes that I can conquer anything. I've gone through ups and downs and wrongs and rights. Now that I've had time to reflect and to grow, I know that I can conquer. I can break down any wall. I can leap across any river. I can climb any mountain. I can conquer. Conquering involves overcoming the fear that don't let you succeed.
I'm going to keep moving forward. I am going to conquer. I'm going to keep it wild. If I'm ever losing hope, I know that I can look down at my bracelets. I will see the phrase, "Keep it wild" on one wrist and the word "conquer" on the other. I don't give up. I know I can succeed.
I keep it wild by living unpredictably. Yes, I plan, but there is always room for spontaneity. I keep it wild by running different places, going on new adventures, and meeting new faces. I keep it wild by dancing in airports, dressing up silly, and laughing out loud. I keep it wild because it feels right to me. I won the right to keep it wild because I won the bracelet in a race. I ran hard. I ran wild. I won.
I wear a leather bracelet with the silver plated word "Conquer" on it. My sister gave it to me. I guess she believes that I can conquer anything. I've gone through ups and downs and wrongs and rights. Now that I've had time to reflect and to grow, I know that I can conquer. I can break down any wall. I can leap across any river. I can climb any mountain. I can conquer. Conquering involves overcoming the fear that don't let you succeed.
I'm going to keep moving forward. I am going to conquer. I'm going to keep it wild. If I'm ever losing hope, I know that I can look down at my bracelets. I will see the phrase, "Keep it wild" on one wrist and the word "conquer" on the other. I don't give up. I know I can succeed.
The Land
Why do rivers wind
the way that they do
from sky high
there's nothing but blue
geometric shapes
polygons and squares
there's a sort of beauty
flying through the air
I ponder about the creations
of this lovely land
And how much was constructed
by the hand of man
how much will change
as the future comes
the war of land and man
has become a bigger one
Will trees still grow leaves?
Will waves still crash?
Will everything be done
for the sake of cash
How will we change?
As the land changes too
Will we help fix the world
or will we just mend it with glue
as the adhesive weakens
the cracks will show
and eventually this world
will not be the one we used to know
are you willing to sacrifice
the resources you possess
or will you be a leader so that the land can rest
The land is tired
of constant manipulation
New metropolises constantly
crop up throughout the nation
but when do we have enough?
When does the supply meet the demand?
Really how much more
do we need to change the land
Take a walk through nature
open up your eyes
you'll see the world differently
a brand new surprise
I know that the world is a crazy place
With people of all jobs and passions
But don't you want to change the world
Before our resources are rationed?
I know that you can make a difference
I hope that you understand
we need to give back
before the land no longer can
Because a world with no mountains
oceans and plateaus
This land would lose its identity
There would be no place to go
What we have
don't take it for granted
Use only what you need
so that the land can manage
Descending from the sky
there's a lot that I see
Please don't change the land anymore
It's as beautiful as can be
the way that they do
from sky high
there's nothing but blue
geometric shapes
polygons and squares
there's a sort of beauty
flying through the air
I ponder about the creations
of this lovely land
And how much was constructed
by the hand of man
how much will change
as the future comes
the war of land and man
has become a bigger one
Will trees still grow leaves?
Will waves still crash?
Will everything be done
for the sake of cash
How will we change?
As the land changes too
Will we help fix the world
or will we just mend it with glue
as the adhesive weakens
the cracks will show
and eventually this world
will not be the one we used to know
are you willing to sacrifice
the resources you possess
or will you be a leader so that the land can rest
The land is tired
of constant manipulation
New metropolises constantly
crop up throughout the nation
but when do we have enough?
When does the supply meet the demand?
Really how much more
do we need to change the land
Take a walk through nature
open up your eyes
you'll see the world differently
a brand new surprise
I know that the world is a crazy place
With people of all jobs and passions
But don't you want to change the world
Before our resources are rationed?
I know that you can make a difference
I hope that you understand
we need to give back
before the land no longer can
Because a world with no mountains
oceans and plateaus
This land would lose its identity
There would be no place to go
What we have
don't take it for granted
Use only what you need
so that the land can manage
Descending from the sky
there's a lot that I see
Please don't change the land anymore
It's as beautiful as can be
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