Soft earth between the toes in the garden
A soft breeze blows
And the leafy poplars sway gently
The sun kisses the dirt
Heating
Plant the feet deeper
And the earth is cool and refreshing
I feel grounded
I am one with the earth
I am a small tree
And I will grow with my wisdom
Feeling the sun on my bark
I am without worry
I am alive
And I am free
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 4
Poesiehello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
