Happy things

by HisBlueEyedAngel   Aug 18, 2007


Walking through the morning
light is sun shinning bright,
Sun shinning birds singing
fresh morning air.

Dew flowing through the air
I breath giving me fresh air
that is clean.

I walk down the bed of flowers
smelling the fresh morning
smell they give roses, daiseys,
sun flowers, and all have a
sweet smell to them.

Birds singing, kittens playing,
children running and laughing
with a scream making every one
happy as can be.

(Not yet all the way finished. I may finish later.)

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