- Grayish hue to the sky,
breezy wind passing by,
birds chirping and shining in their evening glory
and the trees admire their flory.
I sit peacefully on the grass;
lush green and soft
and ask myself,
" Can my wings of hope make me fly?"
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Wings of hope.
- Grayish hue to the sky,
breezy wind passing by,
birds chirping and shining in their evening glory
and the trees admire their flory.
I sit peacefully on the grass;
lush green and soft
and ask myself,
" Can my wings of hope make me fly?"