Spring Day Poem by Victoria Black

*this is a memorie from when i was a young girl in kindergaurden when theworld seemed to be right and i didnt understand half the things going on*

I look outside at the nice spring day,
I remeber how i used to go out and play,
The green grass in my fingers and hair,
The bumble-bees everywhere,
I used to look up at the crystal clear sky,
The birds would fly high up above,
The clouds would float like lifeless thoughts,
I could smell the BBQ's,
And i wish i knew,
The butterflys would land on my arm,
They wished me fare-well as i moved on.