Refreshed by an early spring breeze
I pass trees
In an urban field
.
These fine trees
Will, in all probability, outlast me.
But all will yield
For time he ends all rhyme.
.
Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Refreshed by an early spring breeze
I pass trees
In an urban field
.
These fine trees
Will, in all probability, outlast me.
But all will yield
For time he ends all rhyme.
.
Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Hi, Kevin! A beautiful poem, but why are so negative thoughts? It’s spring. Better, spring will arrive soon. We should have positive thoughts. 😉 Best wishes, Michael
Life is a great cycle, Michael. We have the birth of the year (spring), its vibrant youth (summer), its middle age (autumn) and death (winter). Then we have spring again! Thanks for commenting.
Thank you for entertaining with your work, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael
You are welcome, Michael. Best wishes. Kevin