Leaves Fall On My Face
Nesting birds singing in the trees so tall,
They look grand in the summer, spring, or fall.
Drenched in the warm early morning sunlight-
Flowerbed beauties soft buds unfold bright.
I lay, laud and favor whilst breeze flows through
A graceful pace in a meadow of blue.
Tree leaves fall freely on my head and face,
Each float slowly finding a resting place.
As long as the sun is shining, you'll find
Blossoming blooms; bees lingering behind.
Tiny flower clusters snug and fruity,
Etched on earth memory of their beauty.
4/28/2020
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