My Home Outdoors
I step outside to gaze up at the sky
Day by day different clouds float by
Some puffy, some wispy, others gray or white
Some set with the sun at dusk
Others stay out the whole summer night
On my block, a remarkable variety of trees
Maples, oaks, elms, evergreens my eye sees
Some older, some younger, others sturdy or frail
Each one with a story, with his very own tale.
Beneath me are grasses, herbs, weeds, vegetation
Creepy crawly bugs and insects, marvels of creation
Indoors may well be a kingly palace of comfort and ease
My home is outdoors, midst fresh air's gentle breeze
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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