The bright sun, blinding me with its brilliance
The scent of fresh grass in the air
The sounds of gravel crunching under my feet
Walking on the damp and muddy ground, reminds me of the sounds of squish squashing like walking on the guts of pumpkins
The trees are sprouting leaves and life's fruits once again
Cold, skin chilling wind howling past
As if nature's voices calling out to me
As if the natures plants and animals are in a harmonious orchestra
YOU ARE READING
RANDOM POETRY I WROTE + some RANDOM rants
Poetryits basically some poetry I wrote for a last high school project, and some random rants here an there when I have writers block. some of its happy other times not so much I guess its how you people perceive it as, also im random
