Swirling leaves stretching to the sky
Birds will then begin to fly
Rippling Waters brush against the shore
Animals step out of their homes once more
A gentle brush sweeps against the trees
Fresh honey for the bees
The baby lamb stays by its mother
But he wants so much to run with his brother
The most Beautiful thing is sure to start
It all starts right here in the heart
YOU ARE READING
a penny for your thoughts
PoetryMany have asked if I can see in my dreams However this question is not what it seems dreams are as limited as you allow them to be For it isn't vision but capability
