Are they real?
So it be
The scent of flowers,
bugs that buzz,
and plants that see,
kids that share,
and parents that care,
Look up, look down, what do you see?
Lost things are gone,
and I am here.
We are here.
grass grows,
clouds far away, that have faces that blow,
and the sun that shines,
moon glistens before time,
shadows chase,
and guns go off
Are they real?
So it be