The wind is blowing gently among and throughout the large trees that sways side to side as if they were dancing to Mother Nature's music. The birds are chirping merrily among themselves, their little chicks chirping in delight.
The sun shines in all its glory, like a giant golden orb smiling brightly down at us mere humans. The white puffy clouds sailing across the sky gave it an even more appealing satisfaction as the wind caressed my rosey cheeks little. The atmosphere was peaceful, I was relaxed. We all are.
My mother and father are gardening as my sister played with the flowers of many colors. Our dog is leaping happily through the tall grass in the field as today was a day to be one with nature.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
