Notice Poem by Fie KroC

Sometimes I just want to cry, I don’t know why exactly,
I just know I do.
When I feel so miserable and lonesome.

And I wonder about how many people who feels like me. And why.
Sometimes when I ride my bike to school in the morning I see the fine sunrise far away shining down on the fields. Then I also want to cry. But in a good way cry.
This pure perfection. Real and free.

And then I start wondering about all those people driving these roads not appreciating the beautiful view. Not able to see the beauty.
And I feel sorry for them, I really do