The whispers of the trees
Sing a sweet song to me
Dragonflies flying about in clusters
Squirrels doing squirrel things.
Children swinging on swings
Laughing joyously
Not a care in the world
Not one to be seen.
If you listen carefully
You hear it speak
You hear the wind
And all it's sweet melodies.
I don't want to go back
To the mundane
To the noise
To the naysayers
And gossiping.
No, keep me here
In the colors
Under the clouds,
But no rain to be seen
Keep me here with the earth
Where everything is green.
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About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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Comments (3)
This was so beautiful! I wish I too can just stay there!
Nice piece✨📝😉👌💖
This resonated so much. Beautiful. I loved the hint of humour with ;Squirrels doing squirrel things.' Nostalgic and wonderful!