A Home
The falling leaves from the heavons above. Float their way down to paradice. Only then can it truely be untold of the foreign rains that cover the lands.
When the sun shines through the clouds and down to Earth, the heavons above are smiling all around. To see their smiling faces so high in the sky, you just have to try and take a look outside.
And when the floweers start to bloom, and the grass turns its brightest. Only then do you know, that the heavons above are calling this a home.
written:2-5-12
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
