Where are we going? She asks herself, as she eats a tangerine,
Is that question easy to answer or is it just another goofy scene.
How did we get here? She drinks a cup of tea,
not knowing the answers hopping to see me,
at the beautiful sea.
Why are we here? She thinks as she falls asleep,
she imagines a herd of sheep that
know the answer she wants to find out in a dream.
Sheep crying, they say we are going were the soul rests,
the deep place they call heaven were there are fests.
The bees, which live with the sheep,
Say we got here by being half-awake and half-asleep
not distinguishing right from wrong, like the any pretty bee.
The flowers that to be pollinated by bees,
Say that we are here to learn a lesson such as the A, B, C
and to live someone that cries for us and sing Ave, there for me.
She, having the power to see the future, sees the world in a different scene
The world is powerful because it listened to the flowers, bees, and sheep.
So we have changed the future as foreseen
It was just so simple to open wide our eyes to see.
As I stay awake, I see how hard it was to notice how bad we are
And it could all be the fault of a car
The greed of knowledge
Let us to know some things not needed
Now the old women stay up knitting.
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I like your poem. I particularly enjoyed the bees with the sheep.
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I like how you connected the animals and things, sheep and bees, bees and flowers and they all said what they thought about the QUESTion that you asked. really cool i would have never thought about it.
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