forgive
forgive the sun that did not shine
the sky had asked her in to dine.
forgive the stars that heard your wish
the moon prepared there favorite dish
forgive the rain for its attack
the clouds have tears they can't hold back
dont hate the birds cause they are free
dont envy all the things they see
dont block the wind
but hear its cry or else it might just pass you by
for give the storm it means no harm
could not resist to show its charm
forgive the earth that never turns
dont hate the sun, because to much burns
life intends to not cause pain
the flowers bloom from all the rain
the storm will come and it will pass
the sun that shines, it grows the grass
the wind it cannot help but cry
the stars at night light up the sky
forgive the world in which we live
we'll all find peace if we forgive
by mary Smith
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