A gentle ripple
Across the lake.
These never-ending circles
In our wake.
A deep long whistle
To brush the tree.
Picking up strength
It's finally free.
A turquoise sky,
Too far above.
No clouds in sight,
It's what we love.
An open gate
To walk right through.
Some happy cows,
We're happy too.
A patch of grass
Stretched far away
Packed with dreams
That'll come some day.
A lengthy freedom
And relaxed creation.
A melting pot
To drive our nation.
A bright yellow sun,
For us to see,
There are no bars
For we are free.
YOU ARE READING
Perfect poems
PoetryA mix of poems that I've written. Some are better than others but I hope you enjoy!
