Sitting on the cooled concrete,
Pens and pencils scribbling on paper
As the gears within our minds
Continue to turn
As we observe our surroundings,
And let our thoughts flow
Like the calm breeze in the air.
New ideas sprouting
Like the new plants
Breaking free from Earth's ground.
The sun shining warmly against my back,
And birds are singing their songs.
A child's joyous laughter
Mingle with the small chatter around me.
It's quiet, relaxed.
A rejuvenating feeling
Washing over my whole body slowly
As I breath in the fresh air
Of our Mother Earth.
YOU ARE READING
Discovering Me
PoetryCollection of poems written by yours truly. Some of these may be happy, some may be sad. All of them have some sort of meaning to me either way though.
