The nature around me is so still,
I can hear...
Nothing but the still,
Quietness of the world.
Not a sound to be heard
Except the wind blowing through the leaves
And the soft chirping of birds.
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.
