I miss the golden sunlight
The smell of fresh dewed grass
Birds singing in the morning
And cricket sounds at night
The sound of trains and buses
Sedated faces, left and right
Mundane rush hour traffic
This, I can live without
To see the vast green pastures
And smell the Autumn rain
To live like God intended,
Is something, I won't do without.
A poem right after my own heart :) I like the flow of it.
ReplyDeletethank you Dorothy, very kind of you :)
ReplyDelete