Sunday afternoon listening to the blackbird song, watching apple blossom fall softly, on my garden. Peaceful reflection on nature, peony roses, lily's sway in the light airy wind such moments are precious. We are all part of the unique and beautiful creation.
Michael Cochrane ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wondeful truly wonderful
Glad to hear that you liked the poem LeeAnn x