little dove

the soft colours

heading forwards moves a busy tractor

in a lovely farm on a afternoon shining like gold

green gorgeous gooseberries sit calmly

next to breathing baby blackcurrants

trees sing softly in green forests

suddenly daisies delightfully dream of other lands of green

apple trees blossom next to red ladybirds in sparkly sunny winds

sometimes acorns fall like rain that is sleepy

I wish I could walk in a butterfly park

where plants dance to the beat of the sun

and little kind cats admire the golden fresh apples 

Comments1

  • Heartwriter

    You truly have a gift my dear. So lovely.



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