I’m a simple girl,
With simple needs.
I don’t require
Extravagant gifts
Or a lavish lifestyle
In order to be
Happy.
Just a warm cup
Of coffee.
My comfort lies
In nature.
Whether I’m sitting within
Or observing from afar.
Watching the dirt
Blow this way
Then that.
Calming,
Like the
Strumming
Of a wooden guitar.
Sounding out
The neutrality
In my soul.
As the bark
Of a cherry weeping willow,
Nothing will penetrate
My spirit.
Though my
Innocence may come and go
With the seasons,
My endurance
Will stay rooted
To the ground.
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That's a very nice poem. I like how you tied your personality to things like the dirt, coffee, guitar, and tree bark since they deal with the color you picked. I like the part about the tree bark the best. Well your wrote a very nice poem and I thought it was very good and interesting. Good job!
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