Prompt: Write a poem about the wind and/or sky.
The wind blows over the willow
The wind it makes the leaves billow
In the meadow with its bright blue sky
The sky, it will never pry.
I could sit here all day
And watch the grass sway
But sadly, I have to leave at some point.
One day I will annoint
A full 24 hours
To just sit and pick flowers
And dear
The day will be ours.
:)
Sorry it was bad, it's late. :P
