Up above the sky so high. Reaching
out to the clouds drifting by. While sitting
here on the mountain side. With golden
sunflowers down below. Grateful to let
time move so slow. Watching the cotton
as it floats across the sky, glowing in the
suns brilliant light. Catch it gently within
my grasp, close my eyes tight. Make a
wish with all my might... And let it go, out
amongst the winds that blow. What it'll
touch, where it'll land I do not know.
A very captive loveliest poem, my ddae Becca,5 Stars full score and more! A very pleasant read and this poem I treasure in my heart. God's Abundant Blessings for YOU, my dearest Becca!
I cite your last line: What it'll touch, where it'll land I do not know. Fascinatingly conclusion, crystal clear to watch them drifting by. Let go! Mesmrerizing cutest poem
Beautifully crafted poem with great imagery! Rebecca, it would make a great song.
Here I am reading this charming poem again and remembering how it feels to lie in the grass and enjoy God's handiwork---a thousand stars my friend
It will drift around and touch all of us who are honored to know your sweet heart! favorite
And let it go, out amongst the winds that blow. What it'll touch, where it'll land I do not know.---I know! ! !
A well crafted poem so beautifully and tenderly expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beautiful images in this poem made me at close range with this breathtaking scenery. The wonders of nature indeed hold us spellbound!