Soft Meadow
Songs call out from the trees
Over to the swaying tall grass
Fall is in the air and the
Tumbling leaves begin to gather
Moments slowly pass
Eager footsteps rush through
All time stands still as
Deer scamper across the land and
Over the rolling hills as the setting sun
Watches the day’s beautiful creation
You've painted such a lovely scene here, Taylor. I am so craving the cooler weather and changing colors of fall. I like the line "tumbling leaves begin to gather."
ReplyDeleteFall is my favorite and I cannot wait for it. Some of my greatest memories come from times in the leaves.
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Taylor! You managed to tie tranquility into your words. This poem made me feel at peace. Lovely work.
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