This is one of my poems that is much older...err...from the beginning of 1999, I think. You can tell because my writing style is different, and most of these poems are based around myself and my feelings at the time. I know that sounds concieted, but I don't care! :P

Some things are more beautiful
when left alone,
like flowers in the snow.
Also like leaves,
dancing to the song that the
wind is singing,
and the great tree that
conducts it all.
The face a primitive tribe,
peering at you from the underbrush,
The smell of the lilies,
wafting from miles away,
as you lie on the grass,
staring at the coulds.
There is one more thing that
is beautiful when left alone.