" I Miss"
I miss the old days, so soft and sweet.
I miss the days I'd lay seeds by my feet.
I miss the Fall days, so beautiful and free.
I want to walk outside and feel as free as
the leaves that fly through the air so gracefully.
Those days were beautiful...
We forget war, racism, and hurt when we stepped
Outside and enjoyed the beauty of the world
He wanted it to be.
But when we step outside onto the street,
We go back to all the problems we have,
And what He never wanted this world to be...
By Brianna T.