In springtime, the world awakens anew, As green shoots burst forth, and flowers bloom in hue. The air is filled with sweet, perfumed scent,
By Brenda Auma2 years ago in Poets
Oh, the joy of culinary delight, A taste so fine, it takes flight. My favorite food, oh how I adore, A dish so rich, it leaves me poor.
In fields of green, where wildflowers sway The breeze whispers tales of days gone by The sun shines bright, casting shadows grey
Oh, the day that I felt so alive, When joy filled my heart, and my spirit thrived, The sun shone bright, the birds sang their song,
