Tranquility
A poem that came to mind as I walked along,
The snow falls, winter is here, full fledged. The snow melts and puddles form. Tracks are made and dissapear. The leaves are heavy but not for long. A bird sings a beatiful song. As I walk along and take it in, I truely appreciate all that is there.
The snow falls, winter is here, full fledged. The snow melts and puddles form. Tracks are made and dissapear. The leaves are heavy but not for long. A bird sings a beatiful song. As I walk along and take it in, I truely appreciate all that is there.