I really love writing poems, some make sense, others don't... But here is the one I know very well by heart, and is my favorite of them all...
A SIMPLE APPRECIATION FOR THINGS I SEE















I still think of a time when we were young
a nocturnal dream occurs on a day as beautiful as this
The sun is up and I feel the warmth on my skin
This day is like no other, beyond wonder, nothing is as is.

I just wonder about the days that are here to come
A lonesome writer would think that nothing is much more than none
A play of her words just dangles right above her head
It's just a wonder what would happen to her poems when she's dead.

I see such things in this world that could fascinate me more
I laugh at the sight of a dog trying to claw through the floor
What more can I say about the things that I observe?
It can be too much for me and at times completely undeserved.

I treasure breathing more than I treasure my lands worth
The sky is so blue and the grass is not all but green
Observing such things of great beauty should not be missed
But then again I must be the only one actually doing these things.

There are things in this world that I completely love
And my loves go beyond all my ungrateful dislikes
What more can I say about the things that pass me by?
Again, it may be too much for me and at times i would like to cry.