A Boy from the Valley {Poems}

Simple Pleasures

To walk on the soft dirt,
walking by the tall standing trees.
With the fresh scent of grass
and the soft buzzing of bees.

Hearing he rain droplets fall
sent from the clouds above, released and set free,
makes a gentle tap on my window 
like an old friend has come to greet me

then the soft breeze at night,
creating a freezing sensation on my face,
bringing me to life,
i am fortunate to be from this place