Monday Morning
Clouds cry on the grass,
Little sprouts springing slowly,
waiting for the sun.
Quiet, birds chirping;
Not a creature bustles today
They sleep with the sun.
By: Juli-Michelle
Motif: Nature/new poem
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2014
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