Goldheart Bird


Good Morning

A layer of ice, freshly lade on the grass.
The sun arrives shortly after the mist dissapers.
Leaving the world with beuty,

I wake up and look out the window,
Seeing squirls seeking for food, getting ready for winter.
I look at the ceiling, ready to get out of bed.

Opening the door, a fresh sent fills my nose.

[Report Error]