The trees whisper.
Waving in the wind.
The air gets crisper.
At the creek bend.
Sprouts bloom.
Eager to grow.
To take away the winter gloom.
Daring personalities yearning to show.
Every where you look
Like pictures in a book
In every cranny and nook
The beauty cannot be shook
YOU ARE READING
Life in Poems
PoetryDude the title is pretty self explanitory... It's just my life in poems
