caterpillars wiggle in the spring sun
flowers spring up in the driving light
bees humming and buzzing around
the outside orchestra sits idly tuning
grass sways in the warm breeze
i wish i could call this my home
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
