I am a little one. Nothing and
no one. Settle into the wind.
Time and time again to sing.
Touched by the color of autumns
eyes. As I sit and watch the
leaves fly. Browns, golds,
yellows and greens. Off they
drift into a dream...
Autumn....... one of natures best time of year. It's not too cold, not too hot. It's just perfect. A wonderful poem, Becca! ! ! ! 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Becca Kudos