There's birds in the sky,
There's birds in the trees.
There's birds on the fly,
There's some round my knees.
They're all around, pretty as you please.
There's green grass in the meadow,
And neath the Oak trees,
There's cool deep, dark, shadows,
And the buzzing of bees.
Winter's done gone, and lost it's lease.
Blade of grass, between my teeth,
Radiant sunshine on my face.
Little critters in the grass beneath,
Blue Widows tears, and Peppermint lace.
Glorious day, of abundant grace.
4/8/12 Alton Texas
Another beautifully peaceful poem; well done! Reading this feels as good as standing in the warmth of the morning sun on a crisp, cool spring day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, wish I was there, I can see and feel it. a lovely read.