Wayfaring

With a gentle breeze

Flowers dance with ease

To delight and appease. 

Butterflies floating slowly,

Bees buzzing about happy,

Birds are flying freely. 

Flies are irritating,

Nature is invigorating;

Trees are waving. 

A team playing football

With the grass so tall,

Weathering the Fall. 

Dogs run, sniff 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

 

A re-edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.