Love

As I look around and see
everything surrounding me,
with the blink of an eye
something passes in the sky.
When I look up above,
what i see is a small dove,
soaring with the grace of a feather
nothing else seems to matter.
For this bird, a graceful one,
is flying around having so much fun;
ignorant to the world around
soaring without a single bound.
As the bird soars out of sight,
I look around with all my might,
and see the people sitting here
without so much as a care.
For they have not seen the dove,
the one that flew with so much love.

Author's Note

This is one of the first poems I wrote. I (think) I was 12 at the time.