In the wind, flowing fine,
Trees that sway in sync with pine.
With purple, pink, yellow roses,
Blue and orange primroses.
Florida state, oh hear we come
To Florida's hot and gloried sun
To see the birds and natives there
As we travel broad by car to where
The ocean streams and flows beneath
The bed of fish and coral reefs.
We stop onto the island bay
Across the sun to find our way
Throughout the mounting shadow sun
Until the joyous day is done!
YOU ARE READING
Beating Rhymes in my Headphones
PoesíaMy thoughts of depression and happiness is adorned throughout the way I write poetry. :)
