These sleepless nights, have brought so much more meaning to the world and the perception of reality. If our past is nothing but memories documenting a single source then anyone can be born again. The trees at night reflect the stars. Music, temperature, lights, and colours have a definite feeling that radiates towards its surroundings.
Your blue eyes are the colour of the ocean below a setting sun upon the water at night. Just like you dance to feel weightless, free and hateless, you move like the ocean's tide but you're confused and lost inside and smile to hide the sadness in your eyes, but one day your heart will collide with time and you'll have to say what's on your mind, you'll have to say what's on your mind, but until that day live life, love life, find love, your beautiful just like a dove sent down from God and the heavens above, stay sweet, stay pure, stay alive, keep dancing, don't ever get bored, your perfect, that's for sure.
Nature, if there ever were a more beautiful thing don't hesitate to let me know. Sometimes I'll sit outside and just let the world go, watch the skies and it's paintings grow, let my imagination run wild and my heart go, It makes me feel like a child and lets my spirit flow. At night, if you look closely you can see the trees glow, they reflect the stars and let me know, that I'm alive, and I thrive for this, I'd die for this! But I'd rather fight for this. The beauty around is so remorse because the world hasn't opened its eyes in a while, hasn't realized the beauty of the sky in a while, the beauty of the trees in a while, or even a simple smile, or even a child brought into the world for the first time, now that's beauty… for a child to see the sky for the first time or to see the ocean for the first time, when it opens it's eyes for the first time, natures light fills it with a beauty that will always be inside, never die, nature's beauty will never die, if the world just helps to keep it alive. Nature's beauty will never die.
The wind blows gently through the trees, watching the leaves fall makes my heart quiver, the temperature out here tonight is cold enough to make the sun shiver, I sit and watch, fall back on the grass staring upward at the clouds that pass, wind, if I had one chance to dance in the wind I'd soar forever, over the trees, with the birds, over the hills, feel no hurt, need no thrills, up here I'm free, up here I believe, I'm filled with oxygen it's what I need, my words are love it's what I breathe.
Does anybody know what we are living for? I'm not sure I'm cut out to do this anymore. I've been searching for so long. Will someone prove me wrong or will the question just go on being ignored? I walk these crowded streets everything seems so incomplete and I can't seem to find the missing piece to make it whole. It seems the world has lost its soul. We have no heroes, no peace only war, no great depression, no greatness to call our own but the things we own, which will eventually begin to own us, it seems the human race is at a loss of trust; lying, cheating, and divorces are more common than true love, and when we search for love, we are welcomed with hate and war, it's sad to see how more and more we're losing what we've never had before, but I believe we'll break through, I believe in light, in life, and I believe in love, and I'll be the light, I'll be the sight the world needs if need be, but for now I'm just concerned writing simple poetry, I believe in you, believe in me, believe in love, and believe in peace.