See,Hear,Feel
SEE,HEAR,FEEL
Through a babbling brook running over rounded stones.
Sounds of a bird chirping in a nest high above.
The crying of a baby wolf deep in the woods.
A dead tree crackling as it falls to the ground.
The blue sky filled with white blustery clouds.
Sun shining through the trees as golden rays.
The things I hear,see and feel each day.
Being happy is why my heart feels this way.
Teresa Skyles
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
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