Brian J. Stafford
Summer - Poem by Brian J. Stafford
As the wind gently blows,
the emerald leaves on the trees;
And the rain will continue to fall,
through the passages of time;
As will the sun gently bathe,
an abundance of flowers;
Mother nature’s splendours,
will brighten up the hours.
Brian J Stafford
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