Over the green hills,
the quiet Earth is just awakening.
Trees growing older,
flowers opening.
Watching the buds open myself.
The time of day where not
one person is outside,
at dawn its beautiful;
There's early spring mist with a cool
breeze wind.
That time of day is best,
then it turns night,
& its time to rest.
(This poem was made by my best-friend (Kindda like a sister) , October...<3 I wanted to put it up for her<3 NO COPYING!)
Octobers Poem™ <-See that 'TM' sign? Well, it stands for trademark....SO DONT COPY!
LoveYouAll<3
LoveYouOctober<3
HopeYouEnjoyed<3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh I get it now thanks TM, you so funny [3[3[3