The place where
the sun meets
the water?
Surrounded by maples,
A bed of dry leaves
On the soft earth.
The birds sing
their 'good-morning' calls
the fish are stirring
round the shore
Landscaped in granite
and limestone white.
The wind carries
The campfire's scent,
My father's coffee
Brewing over a fire,
It's worth a world
Away from society
When you face the east
And that first ray
of golden sun
Streaks across the lake.
Streaks of liquid gold
White pillows pierced with yellow spears
The Blue Void illuminated with the glow.
The waters danced, now aflame,
Alive, it alerted upturned eyes
Angels danced across the sky
As the wind moved them along
The horizon slurped the glorious glow
The pillows stained in puple and pink
The eyes, they grow weary
As the spears are removed
The fire died and grew cold
Only embers now remained
Waiting to be poked and rekindled
for another day.
It's time to take the test
A teacher waves, teh chorus sings,
A school, just like all the rest.
Smiles and greetings, tossed about the hall
Oh, the company of friends.
They all seem to be having fun; but not all
One, just pretends.
Lunch: They sit and eat to refresh
Grouped in cliques of nine or ten
Some aren't allowed to sit wit the popular mesh
Intolerance, one of the evils of men.
One is forgotten, put down by them all.
The school is not a happy places
You can't walk proudly when the force you to crawl
The school is not a happy place(when you're a disgrace)
Since when was it a crime so foul
To be different, unique, to be your own?
Do you know what it's like when they look at you and scowl?
For how they treat you, you hope they'll reap what they've sown
There's only one thing that can remedy this
But it's something mankind seem incapable of
If you don't suffer like this, ignorance is bliss
Well, hurt would not be, if we could only learn to love.