My Hammock
As I lay in my hammock
Quietly listening to the trees,
The leaves gently rustling
From the movement of the breeze;
The suns rays fall upon me,
Warming up my skin,
I hear bird calls all around me
Feel a glow from deep within.
To be outside in my garden
In Mother Natures show
Makes me just so thankful
For what she does bestow.
8.4.17
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017
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