Sunday, 12 March 2017


Flowers dance in the breeze,
With a gentle ease
To delight and appease.

Butterflies floating merrily,
Bees buzzing happily,
Birds flying freely.

Flies are irritating,
Nature is invigorating;
Trees are waving.

A team playing football
With grass so tall,
Weathering the fall.

Dogs run and bark
As I stroll through the park;
It is now nearing dark.

Our glorious sun,
Setting begun
On the horizon.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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