The skies are gray,
Soon it will be wet every day
Under the sky I lay, soft grass beneath my figure.
The slight chill makes me quiver, I look at my surroundings.
Around me I see landscape so pretty.
Around me I hear, drops of water landing near me.
The smell of earthy wet ground is so sweet and surround.
A treasure, a gift I found. I hear the twigs snapping, the sky isn't laughing.
I'm me in this world, it's who I'll always be.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
