No Imperfections

twin2

I don't know why I'm reliving these steps again.
Just like an old friend.
Maybe I wasn't finished with the way it made me feel.
Sometimes the memories can be so real.

Driving down a country backroad,
without a care.
Music blasted, windows down,
wind blowing through my hair.

Watching the birds as they soar thru the sky.
Snapping my fingers as I drive.
To the beat of the music on the radio.
As I admire the beauty of the countryside.

It's sad some people don't appreciate,
what nature has to give.
Painted so perfect, with so much grace,
no imperfections there.

Everything always gets so built up,
beautiful trees are destroyed.
Move in the fancy homes and shopping mall,
and take away all of the nature that was enjoyed.

burtschips

twin2 wrote:

Driving down a country backroad,
without a care.
Music blasted, windows down,
wind blowing through my hair.

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it's blowing through my hair too! ...... nature hey? 'the random spontaneity of nature'..... nothing random or spontaneous about it to me. Everything it does is for a reason, cause and effect. That's an engaging poem twin 2, don't know why it made me think of that but it did.

depopulationINC

I have spent many hours driving the backroads. Pretty boring...but I love every second of it.

twin2

depopulationINC wrote:

I have spent many hours driving the backroads. Pretty boring...but I love every second of it.

How can you love every second of it if it's boring?