The Farmhouse

The farmhouse sits at the end of the gravel driveway The red curtains wave in the open window, Moving perfectly with the late spring breeze The trees surround the home like a backsplash A forest of light and dark greens A small rabbit hops by the front door, Curious of what is going on inside The large white wrap around porch, Covered in brown whickered furniture The sky is a light blue hue There is not a single cloud in the sky A cow in the pasture moo's in the distance The day is peaceful