You are grounded
Here on holy ground
The leaves of the trees
Are floating in the water
Because there are trees
Near the lake that my Father
Made with his holy hands
Many years ago
And also the birds are now resting on the trees
Branch
I spend the morning here on the lake
First thing in the morning
And there are nobody else
At this time of the day
Also it it still very cold near the lake
I brought with me my spring jacket
I know I will be just fine
It will warm up by lunch time
And there will be crowded
I personally hate crowds
It is now 8:30 PM
I will return back home
Also I will do some work for my Father
Using my computer
I will write some poems for my father
My poems will be all different from each other
Also have different feelings
That comes out straight from my heart
Also people I am loving and caring people