The trees wave in the wind,
The breeze feels cool against my skin.
The light shines through the trees onto my face.
All is quiet and calm.
I can finally relax,
Forget life's troubles and just
Breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
