A quiet neighborhood seemed empty,
yet it was the fullest it could be.
Even if ones weren’t out,
they were enjoying peace and love
with their friends and family.
Even if the outside seemed empty
it was very full.
Animals like birds and squirrels
skittered and flew
with a cool breeze that surrounded,
thriving in a promising
nature-full environment.
Peace fluttered place to place,
filling everywhere with itself.
Even if it was so full,
so full,
never yet to be completely full.
A quiet neighborhood would
always welcome
more to be
in such a wonderful place,
such a wonderful place.
Such a wonderful place
ain’t need anything
but wonderful creatures.
Nothing ain’t not wonderful
if it just cherishes life.
Such a wonderful place needn’t be a quiet neighborhood.
Such wonderful creatures needn’t be people and birds and squirrels.
A loud neighborhood, maybe,
but maybe
a forest,
a meadow,
a city without harm.
a desert, even,
a humble rural,
any place could fit
the wonderful atmosphere
of beautiful nature.
A gorilla, haha,
a dog,
a cat,
a horse,
or maybe even
a snake—
everything
is beautiful
in any possible way.
Sometimes
people just misread
the eyes of
some creature,
but all
are equal
in a beautiful world,
and
some places,
like a quiet neighborhood,
some creatures,
like a seemingly scary spider,
can have just as much
peace
and love
without fear
and with courage,
without needing
to shrink back into the shadows,
but with
strength,
kindness,
bravery,
darkness to light
and a heart
to a small world like so,
in just a humble place,
in just a wonderful place,
with just wonderful creatures
and everything that life could give
which could be found
in such an ordinary,
fanciless place—but with peace
and love.
