Could i be a poet? eh...

When the world's falling down the sky blends with the ground and the trees and the buildings unite. As the oceans hit the mountains and the pennies hit the fountains and the stars hug the satellites. Oh if you might, on the brightest of nights when the moon and the sun shine together as one and the tides and the breeze create melodies, come watch the world fall down with me.


Could i be a poet, or is it just kind of cheesy?