2mik

Sunday Morning Behind my house is the sun, In that sky that deep, deep blue, All the clouds are far away, With the rain and thunder too. Yet the wind is cool and breezy, Playing sweetly with my hair, All the trees dance slowly to it, As I sit there in my chair. In the distance bells are ringing, Not a single car is heard, Bees fly quickly over flowers, and a buzzing so well heard. With my cereal on the table, I take in this lovely view, Staring there at trees and wonders, Things I think I never knew