Petrichor
Petrichor
That is the word for how it smells after it rains
It seems like we don't appreciates
The small things in life
Instead,
We give it a name
Assign it to a category
We watch people pass by
Not really looking
and we forget
How to feel
Is it a choice?
But even if we want to
Forget what's important
We need to try
To look outside of the facts
And at the heart
Notice the little things
See the people we pass every day
For who they truly are
So go out
And smell the air
After it rains
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world