I see | blue skies | replace | people’s fears.
Two | cloud trails | in the distance disappear.
I hear | happy birds | sing | with joy.
My Mom’s | angry noises | no longer annoy.
I feel | cool breezes | blow | my hair.
The sunlight | warms | my freckled face.
I taste | freshly picked, | red | strawberry fruit.
The chemical | coats | my filled in root.
I smell | fragrant flowers | blossoming | in rows.
Brown | metallic smog | doesn’t congest my nose.
I sense | a good and | greatness beyond.
More | loving people | need to better respond.
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