Pages

Thursday, 13 June 2019

The woods I see you

I see  bridge that people can walk over. I see the flowers of every colour and shape.   I touch the beautiful flowers and I can touch the tree . I smell the sweet scented flowers in the air. I smell the soft greens grass.  I hear the Rickety wood bridge. 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.