Now, I am here, Paradise
Where miracles are ordinary
Where sorrow lives far away
And winter never comes to stay
The Sun comes out everyday
And shines with his golden ray
Attracts the beauty with his dance
The yellow daffodils come out to glance
The Moon comes out every night
Paints the sky with her silver light
She will summon her little stars
And shine like diamonds in the sky
Every seeds grow
when they taste the Sun's light
They live forever like immortals
And I'll enjoy their sweet petals
It's not a great miracle
to fly with the eagles
And it's not a great miracle
to get what we want
A great miracle is
having Nature for company
dancing around the shady trees
And walks on the soft earth
by ToM KiDDo
"Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth."
-Henry David Thoreau
5 comments:
Boo! Fake poetry! LOL
wow... what an enviromental-friendly poem. XD
LoL. Sorry for my mistakes, but the name Henry David Thoreau is the maker of the quote, not the poem. The poem is my masterpiece. :D
Lol ok.
Look's like there was a misunderstanding. Which quote exactly?
Dude, be a poet, make it as your career. I'm sure you'll get plenty of 'kachings' coming into ya pocket!
"Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth."
-Henry David Thoreau
maybe this is the quote he meant. he sucked at arranging words y'know? i always have to catch up for his arrangements whenever he posted something. XD
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