To Cry At The Moon

"What  does it mean to cry at the moon," she asked.

"It means that you appreciate the small things in life," I replied. 

"But the moon is not small," she said quietly. 

"It is to the naked eye," I replied. 

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the trees sing as the birds sway
the whistling leaves cause the wind to rustle
the house drips as the faucet creeks
the apple eats a hole in the caterpillar
the pebbles gurgle as the stream stands still
they eyes talk as the mouth blinks
and my brain writes as my hand thinks

What A Perfect World

what a perfect world

discrimination runs rampant

as the hatred we have for each other grows each day. 

children go hungry till their bones are more noticeable then their eyes

what a perfect world

war devastates countries as people fight for pleasure 

children hear the sound of guns and missiles flying as they lay in bed

what a perfect world

people turn their heads to their neighbors who ask for help 

what a perfect world

what a delightful perfect world