A Relaxing Moment Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell
A Relaxing Moment
The bright color of their yellow flower,
Wild mustard, line the creek side,
As I look out my window, sitting comfortable inside.
A dominate color, of the season is green,
From the zoysia grass, to the fifty-foot trees,
Through the screen, I can hear the birds sing,
As they seem to float by, with the breeze,
A very natural scene, as far as my eyes can see.
Tom Maxwell © 06/17/2020 AD 3: 10 PM
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