When I go outside When I go outside I see many things Plants and animals Pretty birds that sing There's rocks to view Each with a history Pebbles and stones On how they came to be There are trees too Some grow so high Flowers much lower To see them you say , oh my The grass grows thick It grows very good Crawling with insects Searching for food The random sticks Fallen from the trees Some are useful For shelter if you need Plants are helpful Very medicinal To cure a sickness And make you feel well Other plants beware They'll make you twitch Ones like poison ivy They'll make you itch All of these things Mother nature made We must protect them And not let them fad ©Schizology

Schizology

Outside after midnight Outside after midnight Hours from daylight Might need a flashlight There's not even moonlight A few random headlights Can see only a few streetlights The sky is full of starlight Up the street is a stop sign All this I can see with my eyesight A friend passing by is my highlight She was walking along the roadside She couldn't stay so I said goodnight The bugs around is the only downside I think I will go in and rest my backside I will walk get up now and go inside The end of this poem has been implied ©Schizology

Schizology

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When I go outside When I go outside I see many things Plants and animals Pretty birds that sing There's rocks to view Each with a history Pebbles and stones On how they came to be There are trees too Some grow so high Flowers much lower To see them you say , oh my The grass grows thick It grows very good Crawling with insects Searching for food The random sticks Fallen from the trees Some are useful For shelter if you need Plants are helpful Very medicinal To cure a sickness And make you feel well Other plants beware They'll make you twitch Ones like poison ivy They'll make you itch All of these things Mother nature made We must protect them And not let them fad ©Schizology

Schizology

Outside after midnight Outside after midnight Hours from daylight Might need a flashlight There's not even moonlight A few random headlights Can see only a few streetlights The sky is full of starlight Up the street is a stop sign All this I can see with my eyesight A friend passing by is my highlight She was walking along the roadside She couldn't stay so I said goodnight The bugs around is the only downside I think I will go in and rest my backside I will walk get up now and go inside The end of this poem has been implied ©Schizology

Schizology

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