Environment
Crashing waves and violins,
Giant greens, and rough brown trees,
Feeling the morning shower beneath nimble feet,
Is my sanctuary.
Screeching voices like holler monkeys,
Elephant books brakes my back like a dictator,
My body invisible to the naked eye, as a virus in the body,
Is my hell.
Laughing hyenas are my friends and I,
Bouncing balls and swaying palm trees to the beat of the dance party,
Moving pictures and heart wrenching actions of a moving pictures,
Is my fun.
My soul changes like the moon
as I slide into different atmospheric pressures.
Giant greens, and rough brown trees,
Feeling the morning shower beneath nimble feet,
Is my sanctuary.
Screeching voices like holler monkeys,
Elephant books brakes my back like a dictator,
My body invisible to the naked eye, as a virus in the body,
Is my hell.
Laughing hyenas are my friends and I,
Bouncing balls and swaying palm trees to the beat of the dance party,
Moving pictures and heart wrenching actions of a moving pictures,
Is my fun.
My soul changes like the moon
as I slide into different atmospheric pressures.
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