As the gentle breeze runs though the feilds, A group of browns swirled through it,Taking a ride from one spot to the other,Smiling with zephyr, laughing with new mates and settling with a family as the new spring leaves join them
YOU ARE READING
My thought today
Poetryjust what I thought of the day. It was yesterday. It is today. It will be tomorrow. But in the end all that matters is what I felt. What I sa, what I like, what I dislike, what Should be and what shouldn't.
