Humming the tune
that's still stuck in my head,
I lounge lazily;
laying on my bed.
The sunlight seeps in
through the open window.
The summer breeze wafts along
to my tune, as it reaches the crescendo.
I nod my head, copying the daisies
that sway to the beat; and sigh.
I believe a more pleasant time,
would be quite hard to find.
YOU ARE READING
creation.
PoetryThis collection of poems is my way of appreciating the world around us, and attempting to put the sheer beauty and wonder of Mother Nature into words. (cover pic or other pics not mine obvi.)
