We will open our eyes one day
see everything we ever wanted
right in front of us...right there
grass...tall unkempt grass
it is greener after all
sky bluer and newer
fire turned to sapphire petals
lace the breeze between trees
chanting "you're the top, you're the coliseum"
the air is fresher surprisingly
with no mountain view...but the hills are truly
alive with the sound of nature
and we are smarter
wiser a part of engaging word exchanging
human choirs of light...heavy weights lifted
light we become as we pace...trace our map to freedom...
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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