The Beauty

The beauty of nature, oh how it does surround me,
Nature's at work, grass growing on the ground's what I see,
In a good mood, can't be bad,
Person walking by, distraction her name is Mrs. Ladd,
I can hear the planes going over, and the birds that are chirping,
Contemplating, writing down the thoughts and feelings,
Out of nowhere, I hear sirens,
Snaps in to my mind, I fear someone's dying,
Even though I can't see him, hey mister lawn mower man,
How are you doing, take your time cut the grass as best as you can,
Crow to my left, birds to my right,
Planes over head, the eyes of mother nature,
I think I like this sight,
I can feel the coolness, of the wind,
The gentle pushing, on my skin,
Loud bell, almost like an alarm,
It does nothing, but to my ears it brings harm,
I stretch and it makes me so tired, maybe not enough sleep,
I'm too wired,
Wisdom comes with age, It's what makes you legal,
So how old is he, the person yelling out over and over, bald eagle,
Starring at my shoe, all I see is black,
A lonely ant crawls on it, maybe a solo plan of an attack,
Surrounded by walls and gates,
My good feeling is leaving, new feeling little bit of hate,