Smell the grass beneath your feet as you watch the wistful trees.
Hear the sway of the branches as you hear many hard workers, bees.
Feel the sunlight washing out your eyes.
Taste the air and its fresh fog by dandelions.
The dirt under your fingernails is fresh and proof of joy.
The pond just down the way is calm and filled with coy.
These fish don't breath but they do smile.
The sun can't see but it does watch.
Mother nature keeps a carful eye on her pride and joy.
Here she is in charge of every girl and boy.
The pollen swarms as mother watched and smiled.
Spring is here, my dear lovely child.
YOU ARE READING
Pitiful
Poesia"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
