What Is This
Out here in nature, so calm
You can hear the birds
You can feel the wind
As I walk along this road
This road to the end
Where I am going
Is yet to be seen
As I walk along
I can’t help but think
How beautiful nature is
How calm, but not
Here I am walking along this road
When I stop and look down
It is everywhere and everywhere
What is this, some kind of poop
But poop from who, from what
For this I am not sure
So all I could think about
Was to take a picture and wonder
Who does this poop belong to?
You can hear the birds
You can feel the wind
As I walk along this road
This road to the end
Where I am going
Is yet to be seen
As I walk along
I can’t help but think
How beautiful nature is
How calm, but not
Here I am walking along this road
When I stop and look down
It is everywhere and everywhere
What is this, some kind of poop
But poop from who, from what
For this I am not sure
So all I could think about
Was to take a picture and wonder
Who does this poop belong to?
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