As I lay on the grass
and gaze at the clouds,
I watch the young birds
soar without bounds.
When I inhale the air,
I am filled with the fragrance
of the lovely wildflowers,
growing in abundance.
I get up, and about,
strolling through the meadow.
The little songbirds' sweet singing
seems like a falsetto.
I watch the butterflies
dance through the lilies.
There is a spring in my step
as I walk farther from the city.
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.)
