National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Saturday, 5 May 2018

In my little world

Day 35


I love morning air
of a fresh summer morning
when sun is just dawning
and dews on the grass

I love to hear wild birds
Singing in the hedgerows
Out in the meadows
and on the tall trees

I love to see colour
wildflowers displaying
winged insects all playing
as the dance on the wing

I love to just listen
To tree branches creaking
The fresh leaves are speaking
to their kin in the woods

I love to just sit
deep down in the long grass
watching the world pass
in my own little world.






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