Sun shines with glowing rays of priceless gold.
Holding a tangible spirit of warmth and vibrancy.
Like kids on a playgrounds
Birds fly free singing songs of joy and contentment
Spotted skies of gray ready to gather and formulate conversations bringing mild thunderous debates of who can make the loudest noise.
Refusing to see that it takes all in Union to develop a power beyond understanding.
JenOfPoetry
4/1/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thunderous poem, Jen. I enjoyed reading. Thank you. Peace.